Quotes About Consciousness

That's the great dead thing in him.

There are those of us who never see death ahead, but eternally behind: in any moment that stops and thinks.

We are not even living in the past here. We are in the pluperfect

Utram bibis? Aquam an undam? What are you drinking? The water or the wave?

necessity of keeping the soul open to the ever-growing consciousness of God. Is healing a wonder? No, the marvel is that men have remained blind to the power of God for so long. How is it that you and I, raised in Christian homes, reading the Word of God, praying to our Father God, failed to comprehend that the power of God through Christ is able to save a man from all his sins and all his sicknesses?

James, too, was much disturbed. He felt as though someone had threatened his right to invest his money at five per cent. Jolyon had spoiled her. None of his girls would have said such a thing. James had always been exceedingly liberal to his children, and the consciousness of this made him feel it all the more deeply. He trifled moodily with his strawberries, then, deluging them with cream, he ate them quickly; they, at all events, should not escape him.

The I is a thing of the moment, and yet our lives are ruled by it. We cannot rid ourselves of this non-existent thing.

whole universe can be thought of as a delayed-choice experiment in which the existence of observers who notice what is going on is what imparts tangible reality to the origin of everything. Following

single electron, or a single photon, on its way through one hole in the wall, obeys the statistical laws which are only appropriate if it 'knows' whether or not the other hole is open. This is the central mystery of the quantum world.

The electrons not only know whether or not both holes are open, they know whether or not we are watching them, and they adjust their behaviour accordingly.

Nothing is real unless we look at it, and it ceases to be real as soon as we stop looking.

An escape was impossible, so he lost unconsciousness when anyone entered the room.

Her thoughts could not escape the present.

I came to realise that my life, which had seemed so unmistakably real, consisted only of memories

Persons, bodies and minds inhabit language.

Now, ordinarily, when we say we know something, we can give compelling reasons for it. But when a philosopher says he knows he is holding his hand in front of him, he can give no reason that is as certain as the very thing it is meant to be a reason for. My having two hands is not less certain before I have looked at them than afterwards.

I learned a strange thing... that in a jumble of unintelligible talk, the word nigger leaps out with electric clarity. You always hear it and it always stings. And always it casts the person using it into a category of brute ignorance. I thought with some amusement that if these two women only knew what they were revealing about themselves to every Negro on that bus, they would have been outraged.

C]ulture-learned behavior patterns so deeply engrained they produce unconscious involuntary reactions-is a prison.

You live your life at the time you live it -- you don't have much of an overview when what's happening to you is still happening.

As for Jenny, she felt only that women - just like men - should at least be able to make conscious decisions about the course of their lives; if that made her a feminist, she said, then she guessed she was one.

There were those apres-sex moments when, in a half-asleep or forgetting that I was with a woman, I would reach out and touch her vagina- only to suddenly pull back my hand, as if surprised.

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!

Even I knew better than to sleep with a ghost. And it was the wrong time for a moral dilemma.

Your memory is a monster; you forget -it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!