Quotes About Consciousness

Everything is mental

When matter is put aside, all creation becomes exclusively mental, that's all.

And this knowledge you say you've acquired—are you conscious of an increase in it since your ill-fated visit to the library?" Fed nodded. "I know more than ever.

They spoke, at length, about the realms "above" this one. Levels at which the progressing soul becomes at one with God—formless, independent of time and substance though still aware of personal identity.

Richard Matheson

supuesto umbral de la conciencia. Ahí es donde radica la fascinación

Why do we do inefficient things? Because sometimes we don't want life to be seamless—we want to feel resistance, we want to take our time, we want to savor the experience. When what you're doing isn't just a means to an end, you're in no hurry to get it done.

When what you're doing isn't just a means to an end, you're in no hurry to get it done.

What I really like to learn how to do is to build sentences that are equal to mental states.

For a moment, looking felt like something that happened to you rather than something you did. Not 'Are you who I think you are?' Am I who you think I am?

Listen closer, listen smaller, listen lighter, to any noise at all, and hear what the world will still sound like, long after your concert ends.

There is no safety. There is only forgetfulness.

Life became an interruption of my description of it.

Consciousness itself is a flavor of madness, set against the thoughts of the green world.

You can't see what you don't understand. But what you think you already understand, you'll fail to notice.

A truth bends near him, one that his discipline will never find. Consciousness itself is a flavor of madness, set against the thoughts of the green world.

Our father knew more than any living person about the secret of time, except how to live in it. His time did not travel; it was a block of persisting nows.

That's the job of consciousness, to turn Now into Always, to mistake what is for what was meant to be.

Then he woke up from the dream of humankind.

But life is going someplace. It wants to know itself; it wants the power of choice. It wants solutions to problems that nothing alive yet knows how to solve, and it's willing to use even death to find them.

The whole cosmos was infinitely less than the whole of being . . . the whole infinity of being underlay every moment of the cosmos.

Who does the tree-hugger really hug, when he hugs a tree?

That's the trouble with people, their root problem. Life runs alongside them, unseen. Right here, right next.

I read then, everything I could lay hands on. Reading was my virgin continent. I read instantly upon awakening, and was still at it well past the hour that consciousness shut down. I read for nothing, for a pleasure difficult to describe and impossible afterward to recover.