Quotes About Consciousness

He gave me a last dark look, not admitting defeat,not giving an inch .I watched him with unexpected regret. Watched him until the consciousness went out of his eyes and they were simply open but seeing nothing.

unexpected regret. Watched him until the consciousness went out of his eyes, and they were simply open but seeing nothing.

Impulses like that, I answered myself, that seemed to come from nowhere, they weren't really impulses at all, they were decisions already made but waiting for an opportunity to be spoken aloud.

Was mir vor allen Dingen unbestreitbar vorkommt, ist die Tatsache, das ein solches Ausbleiben des Klassengefühls eine bürgerliche Kindheit kennzeichnet. Die Herrschenden merken nicht, dass ihre Welt nur einer partikularen, situierten Wahrheit entspricht (so wie ein Weißer sich nicht seines Weißseins und ein Heterosexueller sich nicht seiner Heterosexualität bewusst ist).

Links zu sein, sagt Gilles Deleuze in seinem Abécédaire, das heiße, 'eine Horizontwahrnehmung' zu haben (die Welt als ganze zu sehen, die Probleme der Dritten Welt wichtiger zu finden als die des eigenen Viertels). Nicht links zu sein hingegen bedeute, die Wahrnehmung auf das eigene Land, auf die eigene Straße zu verengen.

I knew how one climbing the mountain of worldly success can slip down into the river below without being conscious of the descent till he is already drowning.

I was someone who lived in anxiety. I felt anxiety was part of being conscious in the world; it was a prerequisite of a moral and ethical life. I don't mean the anxieties of Capital, I mean the anxieties of an unfinished world, the unfinished projects of the imagination, as Wilson Harris would put it.

To learn the way of the Buddha is to learn about oneself. To learn about oneself is to forget oneself. To forget oneself is to be enlightened by everything in the world. To be enlightened by everything in the world is to let fall one's own body and mind.

We will become beings of light also, if we will only allow our self to reject all that is not of this light.

As we have no concept of time, each of you has already been each other and are being each other in your future. We know this is not very clear to you at this time. However, each of you will be given information in your near future, in which each of you will be challenged to examine this concept. That is: the past and present simultaneous with the future.

The most common descriptions I have found of the moment when death occurs is that there is a feeling of coldness and then suddenly the spirit is standing by the side of the bed (or wherever) looking at their body. They usually can't understand why the other people in the room are so upset because they feel so wonderful. The overall sensation is one of exhilaration rather than dread.

I have found you can obtain much information from the spirit. But the quality of that information depends upon the evolution or development of that spirit.

Maybe when we die, the first thing we'll say is, 'I know this feeling. I was here before.

Fear is self-awareness raised to a higher level.

Everything that goes on in your whole life is a result of molecules rushing around somewhere in your brain.

Past, present and future are not amenities of language. Time unfolds into the seamsof being. It passes through you, making and shaping.

Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be humans forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field.

What did it mean, the first time, a thinking creature looked deeply into another's eyes? Did it take a hundred thousand years before this happened or it was the first thing they did, transcendingly, the thing that made them higher, made them modern, the gaze that demonstrates we are lonely in our souls?

We can't get outside the aura. We're part of the aura. We're here, we're now.

Every act he performed was self-haunted and synthetic.

He is just a running boy, a half-seen figure from the streets, but the way running reveals some clue to being, the way a runner bares himself to consciousness, this is how the dark-skinned kid seems to open to the world, how the bloodrush of a dozen strides brings him into eloquence.

It was the kind of day in which you forget words and drop things and wonder what it is you came into the room to get because you are standing here for a reason and you have to tell yourself it is just a question of sooner or later before you remember because you always remember once you are here. The thing is communicated somehow.

We're a crowd, a swarm. We think in groups, travel in armies. Armies carry the gene for self-destruction. One bomb is never enough. The blur of technology, this is where the oracles plot their wars. Because now comes the introversion. Father Teilhard knew this, the omega point. A leap out of our biology. Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be human forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field.

Maybe this man experiences another kind of reality where he is here and there, before and after, and he moves from one to the other shatteringly, in a state of collapse, minus an identity, a language, a way to enjoy the savor of the honey-coated toast she watches him eat.