Quotes About Consciousness

The idea that life and consciousness was bestowed on us by a God whose brilliance accounts for the entire universe—but possesses the emotional maturity of a 12-year-old—is shockingly illogical.

all thoughts, no matter how altruistic, always end up being self-centred in some way if you give them long enough

Intelligence is using what you KNOW, in the right way, in the right place, at the right moment and with the right intention.

What makes life worth living is what is happening right now. Not yesterday, not tomorrow, right now.

one day you'll realize that you've had not just one or two past or future existences... but that you were, and are, everybody and everything that has ever been... or will ever be.

Run every thought through the heart. The heart knows.

The heart must work together with the brain to manifest the vibrational conditions necessary to cocreate the life of your desires.

When the debilitating distractions and stressors are minimized, you become more transparent, and your deep desires fall through the clarity into your conscious mind.

There are two men in me--one lives in the full sense of the word, the other reasons and passes judgment on the first. The first will perhaps take leave of you and the world forever in an hour now; and the second . . . the second?

In broad daylight it's terrible for a man to face his death; but when you're asleep it ought to be easy enough....

Now I had to acquire the skill of how to forget things the easiest and the fastest. Dreams are forgotten as soon as you pass through the nearest door. What remains is only the frame. But how to forget the language you dream in and grew up with?

Travel penetrates your consciousness, but not in a rational way.

But I was born today, and isn't it funny how no one gets to remember that moment and who was there? It's all what's told to you.

Our subjectivity is a mirrored, spiked casket. When will we see that all we have done is surround ourselves with our own illusions? Only when we realize our true nature does the casket disappear.

Every day passes whether you participate or not.

History is essential to our understanding of the present. Unless we are conscious of the way in which we came to this point in time as a people, then we shall never fully be able to plan the present and the future. We need to know what roots are still alive. We need to know how things came to be so that we can project from here. We also need to know the failures of the past so that we can avoid repeating them.

classroom. Instead of saying you're born, you live, you die, Hinduism says you're born, you learn, and you're reborn—this is the idea of samsara. Everything you do, think, and feel creates

Most people believe the apple merely represented Knowledge. But we know better. It was the Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Nothing less than the curse of consciousness. Of moral responsibility. Of always, ever after, having to choose between what is right and what is wrong.

it wasn't pretend, I wasn't in a fairytale or a fable. I shut my eyes and absorbed the silent whoomp that always accompanies this revelation. It's the sound of the real world, gigantic and impossible, replacing the smaller version of reality that I wear like a bonnet, clutched tightly under my chin.

It would require constant vigilance to not replace each person with my own fictional version of them.

Dac? n-ar fi fost visele, n-am fi È™tiut niciodat? c? avem un suflet. Lumea real?, concret?, tangibil? ar fi fost tot ce este, singurul vis permis nou?, È™i pentru c? singurul, incapabil s? se recunoasc? pe sine drept vis. Ne îndoim de ea pentru c? vis?m.

Pana la urma ma scufundam totusi in somn, infasurat intr-un cocon de vise scamoase. Ma topeam in vis ca zaharul in apa, alunecam ca un cursor pe cremaliera uitarii. Magistrale ale visului virau brusc in autostrazi ale realitatii, creand constelatii si engrame pe care cineva, de foarte sus, le-ar fi putut citi ca pe un tatuaj multicolor, iar cineva de foarte jos le-ar fi simtit pe propria piele, ca pe tortura sadica a tatuarii." (MIrcea Cartarescu - Orbitor, Aripa stanga)

Everything is interior and reality is only an illusory artifact.

Wat is het toch merkwaardig dat ik een lichaam heb, dat ik in een lichaam zit.