Quotes About Consciousness

Who knows when another accident, involving millions of men will happen, An accident that will be the dreadful day of our doom. Lodged in the heart of this moment, is the question of power which time will unfold. Your honor another civil war in these states is not impossible, and if the misunderstanding of what this boy's life means is an indication of how men of wealth and property are misreading the consciousness of the submerged millions today. One may truly come.

Insight is the understanding that comes from self-awareness.

Is that me?,' Leo said. 'Like me--having this dream--looking at me having a dream?

I have moments like that alot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it.

The dead see what they believe they will see. So do the living. That is the secret.

If I were a flowerpot, I would've checked my hair. ~Carter Kane

I started to dream, which was weird not only because I was dead, but because I never dream. People have tried to argue with me about that. They say everybody dreams and I just don't remember mine. But, I'm telling you, I always slept like the dead. Until I was dead. Then I dreamed like a normal person.

Jason managed a weak smile. At least it wasn't a head injury this time. I stayed conscious the entire fight.

It's hard to imagine that we feed ourselves and our children food that we wouldn't even feed our dog. Would you give your dog a cheeseburger, fries, and a soda? We hope not. Then why would you feed them to your kid?

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

Don't live carelessly, unthinkingly. Make sure you understand what the Master wants. EPHESIANS 5:17 THE MESSAGE

The coat was forties-style, made from Canadian beaver at a time when people didn't think about whether or not it was wrong to wear fur. Although Gloria would no longer wish to wear the skin of another animal on top of her own, the way she looked at it now, the beavers were already long dead and had lived the happy, uncomplicated life of Canadian beavers before the war.

You have an eye," Miss Gillies told her. I have two, she thought.)

Or was it, as everyone told her, and as she must believe, all in her head? And so what if it was—wasn't everything in her head real too? What if there was no demonstrable reality? What if there was nothing beyond the mind? Philosophers "came to grips" with this problem a long time ago, Dr.

other. I managed to read one that said. 'What's a superego?' Written down, it looked very odd, like a sauce for spaghetti or a musical tempo mark – spiritoso, sforzando, superego. My headache was growing worse. I wished I had an Anadin (a rather poetic cry of pain). I was too tired to concentrate.

An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly upbraiding her husband, lamenting at Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She was just having a good cry all to herself.

Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her.

An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day.

In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her.

GeçmiÅŸ hiç yaÅŸanmam?? gibiydi... Yaln?zca bu an?n anlam? vard?, yaln?zca bu an onundu...

Don't we all live in our heads? Where else could we possibly exist? Our brains are the universe.

Perhaps this is a dream, said Madam La Vaughn from her chair. Perhaps the whole thing has been nothing but a dream.

He must, he realized, know somewhere, deep inside him, more things than he had ever dreamed of.

My self and my other selves, both past and yet to come, were equally present.