Quotes About Consciousness

I lay there under the stars and thought of what a great responsibility it is to be human.

The essence of branding is to create simple, relevant messages we can repeat over and over so that we "brand" ourselves into the public consciousness.

When you are born, you wake slowly to everything. Your brain doesn't stop growing until you turn twenty-six, so from birth to twenty-six, God is slowly turning the lights on, and you're groggy and pointing at things saying circle and blue and car and then sex and job and health care.

When I met couples whose marriages were thriving after thirty and forty years, none of them were riding an emotional roller coaster of passion and then resentment. Instead, they loved each other as an act of their conscious will. They were more in control of their love than their "love" was in control of them.

La esencia del branding es crear mensajes sencillos y relevantes que se puedan repetir una y otra vez, de manera que podamos «dejar nuestra marca» en la consciencia del público.

failed to answer the one question lingering in the subconscious of every hero customer: How are you helping me win the day?

As he started down towards his office, Brunetti thought about how taking a look at one's unconscious motives and prejudices was like walking barefoot through cloudy water: you never knew whether you were going to step on something disgusting or bang your toe into a rock.

I know you're tired of hearing me say this, Guido, but I think plastic bottles are wrong, even though they're certainly not criminal. Though," she quickly added, "I think they will be within a few years. If we have any sense, that is.

Not for the first time, he cringed when he saw his own prejudices manifest in other people.

It's funny, but thinking back on it now, I realize that this particular point in time, as I stood there blinking in the deserted hall, was the one point at which I might have chosen to do something very much different from what I actually did. But of course I didn't see this crucial moment for what it actually was; I suppose we never do. Instead, I only yawned, and shook myself from the momentary daze that had come upon me, and went on my way down the stairs.

It didn't occur to me then, though it certainly does now, that it was years since I'd roused myself from my stupor of misery and self-absorption; between anomie and trance, inertia and parenthesis and gnawing my own heart out, there were a lot of small, easy, everyday kindnesses I'd missed out on; and even the word `kindness' was liking rising from unconsciousness into some hospital awareness of voices, and people, from a stream of digitized machines.

People don't pay attention to ninety percent of what they see.

in whatever wink of consciousness that remained to me I felt I understood the secret grandeur of dying, all the knowledge held back from all humankind until the very end: no pain, no fear, magnificent detachment, lying in state upon the death barge and receding into the grand immensities like an emperor, gone, gone, observing all the distant scurryers on shore, freed from all the old human pettiness of love and fear and grief and death.

achingly conscious that I was alive and young on a beautiful day;

It didn't occur to me then, though it certainly does now, that it was years since I'd roused myself from my stupor of misery and self-absorption; between anomie and trance, inertia and parenthesis and gnawing my own heart out, there were a lot of small, easy, everyday kindnesses I'd missed out on; and even the word kindness was like rising from unconsciousness into some hospital awareness of voices, and people, from a stream of digitized machines.

I have come to realize that while for years I might have imagined myself to be somewhere else, in reality I have been there all the time:

I was wide awake, and yet part of me was so glassed-off and numb I was practically in a coma.

and in whatever wink of consciousness that remained to me I felt I understood the secret grandeur of dying, all the knowledge held back from all humankind until the very end: no pain, no fear, magnificent detachment, lying in state upon the death barge and receding into the grand immensities like an emperor, gone, gone, observing all the distant scurryers on shore, freed from all the old human pettiness of love and fear and grief and death.

I felt disincarnate, cut loose from myself. How it would feel to be back in my body again I couldn't imagine.

However, current research in animal cognition, and on protolanguage, protomorality, ritual, and levels of consciousness, has shown that we may not be as unique as we think we are (cf. Peterson 1999: 283ff.).

The only way that I will ever be great to myself is not what I do to my body but what I do to my mind.

Frank verbuchte diese Information in der Kategorie »Unnötiges Wissen« und versuchte dann, in Ohnmacht zu fallen.

The lone person on a wild landscape is a baseline of human liberty, a condition in which we are restrained by only physical limits and the bounds of our own consciousness.

Guard your thoughts, and there will be little fear about your actions.