Quotes About Consciousness

Who is this? This is me. Who am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?

He is tired of trying to wake up different. . . He is what the mirror makes, when it assembles him each day. . . Unless you have a better idea?

Which of these Thomases saw the blow coming? There are moments when a memory moves right through you.

He understands honor but does not boast of his own. . . He has studied the world without despising it. He understands the world without rejecting it. He has no illusions but he has hopes. He does not sleepwalk through his life. His eyes are open, and his ears for sounds others miss.

a head is heavier than you expect

The only things he cannot remember are the things he never knew. His

Even when our eyes are closed, there's a whole world that exists outside ourselves and our dreams.

The dreaming attention-the second attention that is like a sewage or diarrhea can move to other people

We want everything, we want to be everything. We want to experience all the joys of good fortune and the full depths of suffering. We want the excitement of action and the calm of observation. We want the silence of the desert as well as the noise of the forum. Simultaneously we want to be the hermit´s thought and the voice of the people; we want to be both melody and harmony. Simultaneously! How could this be possible?

Hon var inte vaken då hon gifte sig med den människan, hon gjorde det i sömnen. I drömmen ske ju ofta de besynnerligaste saker, och de förefalla fullkomligt naturliga och vanliga - i drömmen. Men då man vaknar och erinrar sig vad man har drömt, häpnar man och gapskrattar eller ryser. Nu har hon vaknat!

I am not sure I sleep, but I do dream.

I hope to be able to decide for myself - when we turn, is there something shoved inside of us or is it that something inside of us has been released?

Everybody dies alone, Jameson said, and kept going. "Not everybody wakes up right after.

because no matter how I denied it, some part of me knew what would choose." -Jude Duarte

While seeking out the dead, I see nothing but the living.

A man like you is a god, not just a machine covered with skin, but a theater where fine feelings sprout and grow-and feelings are all that matters, as far as I'm concerned. Is a feeling anything but an entire world poured into a thought?

I think perhaps we want a more conscious life. We're tired of drudging and sleeping and dying. We're tired of seeing just a few people able to be individualists. We're tired of always deferring hope till the next generation.

Future Perfect Where you were before you were born, and where you are when you're not anymore might be very close. Might be the same place, though neither is as slippery as being here but imagining where you will have been- that point where things land, are finished, over, and gone but not yet.

Red Bird in Snow You can choose to stop short - or have it not matter not weigh the brightness, not hold very still and be known to yourself again. A thing fills with exactly the radiance you accord it.

The violence of her thoughts startled her and woke her up. She

It's called guided psychedelic therapy," said Masha. "As your ego dissolves you will access a higher level of consciousness. A curtain will be drawn back and you will see the world in a way you've never seen it before.

He lived in the moment, as you were meant to do. He practised mindfulness. No yesterday. No tomorrow. Just now.

Clementine learned to feel bad about her white middle-class privilege long before it became fashionable.

As man imagines himself to be, so shall he be, and he is that which he imagines." So said Paracelsus in the fifteenth century.