Quotes About Consciousness

Jenabai knew how much it must have cost Mastan to admit his helplessness in resolving the issue. He was always conscious of his public image—perhaps because he was defensive about his lack of education—and hated to appear anything but wise.

If your heart isn't in the right place, you're no different from the beasts in the forest.

All you ever were was a little bit of the universe, thinking to itself. Very specific; this bit, here, right now. All the rest was fantasy.

Light is all memory.

A form of consciousness beyond the veils of discursive thought, a space forever present for those who seek it, not in some far-off wilderness, but in our inner most hearts. When that realization dawns in the depths of one's being, the world effortlessly transforms into that which was sought.

Rather than renouncing the ephemeral thoughts and emotions that bolster self-identity, Tantra, or Vajrayana, seeks to transform them into potent catalysts for entering deeper, less restricted strata of consciousness, and unveiling the enlightened mind of wisdom and compassion said to be inherent within all beings.

We are what we believe we are at given times.

Unfortunately, many people sleepwalk through life without conscious awareness of their own system, if they have one at all, and are therefore susceptible to external notions o right and wrong imposed by others, particlarly members of the ofen eminently unqualified upper class and their support system, mass media.

If you never bothered to to look or see anything much you wouldn't be worrying' "I'd have to be very dumb to be like that" "Then be dumb, see nothing, hear nothing

The record collection or magazine or newspaper might reveal some clue to a social movement or trend or fashion or sensibility which defies their moronic stranglehold on consciousness. A burp of resistance. A clue to a way out. A signal that life doesn't actually depend on high-speed Internet access. And the physicality of the item infers that things meant something once, that everything wasn't always a meaningless, equivocal post on Tumblr.

I think as a writer you always have to be 'present' in what you write.

That this new deed of Hitler is another milestone on the way to the hell's jaws of destruction,' the same perceptive report of the exiled Social Democratic movement added, 'seems hardly to have entered the consciousness of anyone.

If God truly were inside you, could you bear to look at it? Necdet says.

Like these entities may be the lost acres of the mind, things that have been overlooked by the higher consciousness; that it can't see them, can't process them, fills in the space where they are by folding up the visual map around them., putting things on either side next to each other, like the blind spot in the eye.

in the continued existence of those other things he saw his own being reflected.

he marveled at that word that had come to his lips out of nothing. "Water, forefinger." The words were coming fast now, tumbling, streaming out of that noplace where the names of all things waited to be used. "I am cold, I can speak, and I am tracing this water down this window with my forefinger.

All things. Except himself. He had only present. There was no past to direct him toward a future. There was no remembering of a time before. Before?

They say the whole city is alive, aware, at a level of consciousness totally alien to any we can know, Courtney Hall mused. Spooky.

Any AI smart enough to pass a Turing test is smart enough to know to fail it.

The present is an illusion.

It wasn't only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

She lay in the dark and knew everything.

There did not have to be a moral. She need only show separate minds, as alive as her own, struggling with the idea that other minds were equally alive. It wasn't only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding, above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you. And only in a story could you enter these different minds and show how they had an equal value. That was the only moral a story need have.