Quotes About Consciousness

For many minutes before she showed herself, he felt her moving around the place. He detected her presence as unmistakably as he would have sensed the shape of someone blocking the light through a window, even with his eyes closed.

Staring at his own face reflected in a cup of bitter karma. For

read until his focus loosened and the lines of text divided into duplicates and floated on the page.

Waking, after all, was an almost natal state. You surfaced without history, then spent the blinks and yawns reassembling your past, shuffling the shards into chronological order before fortifying yourself for the present.

Choice, I've always believed, is all that separates us from animals.

Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.

We age as the rest of the world watches, she thought, but somehow we're the last to know. There

It transformed and sharpened everything she saw, smelled, felt. She could hear the ping of water moving through the pipes and smell metal in the river and hear rodents scuttle along the foundation. Her flesh felt as if it had been freshly slathered over her body this morning. She bet if she tried to guess the thread count of these sheets she'd come close, and her blood raced through her veins like a train moving across a desert at night.

That's the great question: Who sees the miracles of daily life? And the answer is: Whoever chooses to see.

To be an atheist is to believe the universe came about by itself, life came from non-life by itself, and consciousness came about by itself.

There is a huge new frontier awaiting our exploration, and it is not the macrocosm of the universe but the microcosm of the mind.

What am I more than elaborate sentience?

No fui yo quien hizo esto, sino un yo anterior»

helpful. The spirit is God-conscious. The soul

The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.

All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.

I had not slept with many men other than my husband, but I had noticed that before to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to mingle with his and fold you both in a blanket of unconscious knowing.

By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves.

You know these things. — And yet, somehow, you never think it will be today.

Quite without thought, he glanced at his left hand, and saw the ghost of the scar at the base of his thumb, the "C" so faded that it was scarcely visible. He had not noticed it or thought of it in years, and felt suddenly as though there was not air enough to breathe.

Tu eÈ™ti curajul meu, aÈ™a cum eu sunt conÈ™tiinÈ›a ta, mi-a È™optit. Tu eÈ™ti inima mea, iar eu, compasiunea ta. Singuri, nu suntem întregi. Nu È™tiai asta, englezoaico?

I'd known that, consciously-and yet I had done it anyway, gone right on with my plans, pursuing my routines, as though life were still settled and predictable, as though nothing whatever might threaten the tenor of my days, As though acting might make it true.

No queríamos pensar, ¿sabes? Y es fácil no hacerlo. Durante un tiempo.

I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ am not quite sure, to tell you the truth. Perhaps it is only an effort to reconcile my memories of last night with the Ã¢â'¬Â¦ er Ã¢â'¬Â¦ actuality of the experience?