Quotes About Consciousness

The bond between being and non-being can be only internal. It is within being qua being that non-being must arise, and within non-being that being must spring up; and this relation can not be a fact, a natural law, but an upsurge of the being which is its own nothingness of being.

Man is not only that which he conceives himself to be, but that which he wills himself to be...

I am illuminated within by a diminishing light.

The flesh is the pure contingency of presence.

Obviously, nothing new has happened in a manner of speaking. This morning, at a quarter past eight, as I was leaving the Hôtel Printania to go to the library, I tried to pick up a piece of paper lying on the ground and didn't succeed. That's all, and it isn't even an event. Yes, but, to tell the whole truth, it made a profound impression on me: it occurred to me that I was no longer free.

I exist because I think … and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment–it's frightful–if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing.

La plupart du temps, faute de s'attacher à des mots, mes pensées restent des brouillards. Elles dessinent des formes vagues et plaisantes, s'engloutissent : aussitôt, je les oublie.

We still have not defined the intellectual yet: all we have are technicians of practical knowledge who either accommodate themselves to their contradiction or manage to avoid suffering from it. But when one of them becomes aware of the fact that despite the universality of his work it serves only particular interests, then his awareness of this contradiction - what Hegel called an 'unhappy consciousness' - is precisely what characterizes him as an intellectual.

One thus arrives at a curious conception of thought. Thought has no real, concrete existence, accessible to immediate consciousness, since the datum of introspection is the image. It has no universality in act, because, if it were so, one should be able to grasp it directly. But it is a potential universality that one derives from the fact that a word can be accompanied by very different images.

Var olmak susamadan içmek gibi bir ÅŸeydir.

and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea. A fine climax: it shakes me from top to bottom. I saw it coming more than an hour ago, only I didn't want to admit it

man being condemned to be free carries the weight of the whole world on his shoulders; he is responsible for the world and for himself as a way of being.

This is time, time laid bare, coming slowly into existence, keeping us waiting, and when it does come making us sick because we realise it's been there for a long time.

For a consciousness to be capable of imagining…it needs to be free.

Hands don't catch thoughts

Before beginning this treatise, he wanted the advice of The Baboon, his philosophy prof. "Excuse me, sir," he said at the end of a class, "could anyone claim that we don't exist?" The Baboon said no. "Goghito," he said, "ergo zum. You exist because you doubt your existence.

I am on the same plane specific object and free subject but never the two at the same time and always the one haunted by the Other.

A maioria das vezes, por não se ligarem a palavras, meus pensamentos permanecem nebulosos. Desenham formas vagas e agradáveis, submergem: esqueço-os imediatamente.

The only being which can be called free is the being which nihilates its being.

All these objects... how can I explain? They inconvenienced me; I would have liked the to exist less strongly, more dryly, in a more abstract way, with more reserve.

AÄŸac?n çevresinde depreÅŸip duran bütün bu var olanlar, hiçbir yerden gelmiyor ve hiçbir yere gitmiyorlard?. Birden var oluyorlar ve sonra birden varoluÅŸtan kesiliyorlard?: VaroluÅŸ bellekten yoksundur, kaybolmuÅŸlarla ilgili tek bir an?s? bile yoktur. Her yanda varoluÅŸ, bitimsiz, fazladan, her yerde ve her zaman varoluÅŸ; ancak yine varoluÅŸla s?n?rlanan varoluÅŸ!

U mojim rukama, na primer, ima ne?eg novog, izvestan na?in na koji uzimam lulu ili viljušku. Ili pak sad viljuška ima izvestan na?in na koji se da uzeti, ne znam.

His blue cotton shirt stands out joyfully against a chocolate-coloured wall. That too brings on the Nausea. The Nausea is not inside me: I feel it OUT THERE in the wall, in the suspenders, everywhere around me. It makes itself one with the café, I am the one who is within IT.

Hayat?m?n anlar?n?n, hat?rlanan bir hayat?n anlar? gibi birbirini izlemesini istemiÅŸtim. Zaman? kuyruÄŸundan yakalamaya kalk??man?n böyle bir önemi olabilirdi.