Quotes About Consciousness

Effective stream-of-consciousness narration is the product of verbal precision, not just of literal documentation. It is decidedly not a matter of unedited free-association.

I seem most instinctively to believe in the human value of creative writing, whether in the form of verse or fiction, as a mode of truth-telling, self-expression and homage to the twin miracles of creation and consciousness.

I believe that one of the secret engines that allows cinema to work, and have the marvelous power over us that it does, is the fact that for thousands of years we have spent eight hours every night in a 'cinematic' dream-state, and so are familiar with this version of reality.

Bivanje je polnost, ki je ?lovek ne more zapustiti.

içimde olup bitenler, belirgin izler b?rakmad?.

For us man is characterized above all by his going beyond a situation, and by what he succeeds in making of what he has been made -- even if he never recognizes himself in his objectification.

But existence is a deflection.

she has suddenly emptied herself of me, and all other consciousness in the world has also emptied itself of me. It seems funny. Yet I know that I exist, that I am here. Now

And just what is Antoine Roquentin? An abstraction. A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness. Antoine Roquentin . . . and suddenly the "I" pales, pales, and fades out. Lucid

And here is the sense of its existence: it is conscious of being superfluous. It dilutes, scatters itself, tries to lose itself on the brown wall, along the lamp post or down there in the evening mist. But it never forgets itself. That is its lot.

Bugünkü aÅŸamada, mevcut düÅŸünme yöntemlerimizle, bir düÅŸüncenin bir nesne kar??s?ndaki aç?l?m? yaln?zl??? öngörmektedir.

Jag kastade en ängslig blick runt omkring mig: nuet, ingenting annat än nuet. [...] Nuets verkliga natur rörde sig: det var det som existerade och allt som inte var nuet existerade inte. Det förflutna existerade inte. (s.172)

we are not on the side of history made. We were, as I have said, situated in such a way that every lived minute seemed to us like something irreducible.

Thus I eat the pink as I see the sugary.

I stop suddenly: there is a flaw, I have seen a word pierce through the web of sensations. I suppose that this word will soon take the place of several images I love.

Çevremdeki bütün nesneler benimle ayn? maddeden, yani bir çeÅŸit sakil ac?dan yap?lm??t?.

A chaque instant je puis m'éveiller et je le sais; mais je ne le veux pas: la lecture est un rêve libre.

The voice is silent. The disc scrapes a little, then stops. Delivered from a troublesome dream, the café ruminates, chews the cud over the pleasure of existing.

The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place.

For instance, there is something new about my hands, a certain way of picking up my pipe or fork. Or else it's the fork which now has a certain way of having itself picked up, I don't know. A little while ago, just as I was coming into my room, I stopped short because I felt in my hand a cold object which held my attention through a sort of personality. I opened my hand, looked: I was simply holding the door-knob.

Sa do të doja të përhumbesha, të harrohesha, të flija. Por, nuk mundem, më merret fryma: ekzistenca më depërton nga të gjitha anët, nga sytë nga hunda, nga goja… Dhe në një çast, në një çast të vetëm, perdja griset, kuptova, pashë.

Ama biz, yar?n?n henüz orada olmad???n? hep unutuyoruz.

There ought to exist for the human being, in so far as he is conscious of being, a certain mode of standing opposite his past and his future, as being both this past and this future and as not being them.

Mientras que tú piensas: agua pura, querida agua pura, solo estaré a medias en este lugar, solo a medias seré culpable, seré agua pura allí contigo.