Quotes About Consciousness

I am air and thought and can do nothing.

I am made of memories

The more one tries to analyze oneself the more one is conscious of amazing paradoxes and inconsistencies which lurk under the simplest surface.

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.

But life is wakings-up, all unexpected, all surprising.

Any universe simple enough to be understood is too simple to produce a mind able to understand it -Barrow's Uncertainty Principle

I had that fractional part of consciousness left which gave me a remote and unimportant view of reality. The world was a television set at the other end of a dark auditorium, with blurred sound and a fringe area picture.

I am a little world made cunningly.

Only the individual, or that part of life which is in the firm grasp of the individual, is real.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear. To be we know not what, we know not where.

Seek not thyself without thyself to find.

The decision maker in the brain has decided that the overt expression of unbridled rage would ruin the person's life, and to prevent that from happening, it automatically initiates physical symptoms in the body without consulting the conscious, rational mind.

THE CONSCIOUS AND UNCONSCIOUS MINDS There is a section in Studies on Hysteria entitled "Unconscious Ideas and Ideas Inadmissible to Consciousness—Splitting of the Mind," written by Breuer. Today, we would substitute the word emotions for ideas, but that disagreement aside, the concept that we humans have two minds is very important to an understanding of TMS. It is clear that we are two different people—one of them conscious and the other unconscious.

The moment of perceiving something beautiful confers on the perceiver the gift of life.

Sartre felt that Hell is other people, but precisely the opposite is true. Hell is being left alone forever with no other reality than your own consciousness of yourself. It is being locked in a casket of your own internal chaos with no hope of a window, or door leading in light from outside to give you a moment's respite from yourself. Hell is the refusal of the gift of the other.

As D. H. Lawrence said, "I am not a mechanism.

Pause when you are offered beauty and make the conscious decision, I receive this grace. We open our clenched soul to let it in. To find God in it. I will often pray, Thank you for this beauty. I receive it into my soul. And with it I receive you, in it, by it, through it—your love, your goodness, your life.

Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.

We are all in flight from the real reality. That is the basic definition of Homo Sapiens.

I'm only happy when I forget to exist. When just my eyes or my ears or my skin exist.

Which are you drinking? The water or the wave?

You may wonder how I had not seen it before. I believe I had. But to see something is not the same as to acknowledge it.

But forgetting's not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn't happen to me

Even the simplest knowledge of the names and habits of flowers or trees starts this distinguishing or individuating process, and removes us a step from total reality towards anthropocentrism.