Quotes About Consciousness

Everywhere, now, there are objects like this glass of beer on the table there. When I see it, I feel like saying: "Enough." I realize quite well that I have

Varolu?, insan?n s?yr?lamad??? bir doluluktur.

The simplest, most indefinable quality had too much content, in relation to itself, in its heart.

I am the Thing. Existence, liberated, released, surges over me. I exist.

it would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest things. Duller than flesh. They stretch out and there's no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth. Then there are words, inside the thoughts, unfinished words, a sketchy sentence which constantly returns:

My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. 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.

I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me-and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth-lying low-grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.

I wasn't really a work conscious type of person.

We can't hire out our own inner work, but we can do the manual labor with delight and decency.

I like to prepare as much as possible beforehand, but there's definitely that element of fear when you're on set, and you have to be conscious of it and use that fear to drive you to work harder.

Transcendent Oneness does not require self-examination, self-help, or self-work. It requires self-loss.

You are a principal work, a fragment of [Goddess herself], you have in yourself a part of [her]. Why then are you ignorant of your high birth?

Everything you should be an expression of your purpose. If an activity doesn't fit that formula, you wouldn't work on it. Period.

In daily terms, the work of listening is to be constantly worn free of our preconceptions and preferences so that nothing stands in the way of our direct experience of life.

Our awareness is the key. It is our awareness more than our work effort that gets the right result right now.

Writing is a consciousness formally at work in the territory of the imaginary.

If we live truly, we shall see truly.

Earth tries to work sorcery on us, saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, but we outwit that spell by enjoying this now.

Knowing that conscious decisions and personal memory are much too small a place to live, every human being streams at night into the loving nowhere, or during the day, in some absorbing work.

And this is the final meaning of work: the extension of human consciousness. The lesser meaning of work is the achieving of self-preservation.

Though the Life Force supplies us with its own purpose, it has no other brains to work with than those it has painfully and imperfectly evolved in our heads.

All of my unconscious fears were in my face about letting go of the current identity. A lot of the thoughts that came up were fear-based and false, so I had to work to let them go.

We all work with one Infinite Power. We all guide ourselves by exactly the same laws.

Once biographical information contaminates your consciousness, it's impossible to erase it and look at someone's work the same way again.