Quotes About Consciousness

Bill, the point is that right in the middle of this horror there's a creature called man who can see that it's horrible. So where do we come up with these notions like 'evil' and 'cruel' and 'unjust'? You can't say a line looks a little bit crooked unless you've got a notion of a line that's straight.

It's all ka-ka, saying mind is really brain. Sure, my hand is in my pocket. Is my pocket my hand? Every wino on M Street knows a thought is a thought and not some cells or chazerei going on in the brain. They know that jealousy is not some kind of game from Atari.

Well, they couldn't, so apparently each of these cells has a consciousness, maybe, of its own. Are you with me?" Chris nodded. "Yeah, a little." "Good. Now imagine that the human body

There are two ways of mentally representing money, one based on actual dollars and another based on buying power. Practically everyone knows that the first way is "wrong" whenever there's inflation. But both representations command attention and both affect decisions, sometimes unconsciously. This suggests that the money illusion may be a form of anchoring.

To become aware, no matter how disturbing that reality is, is the first step to the resistance that we must be prepared to make in response.

Gus, I know you hit your head, but you should be able to tell a few things about Tara. Like for instance she isn't printed on cheap paper. When she talks, her words don't appear in balloons over her head. And after long and hard study, I can guarantee she exists in at least three dimensions.

Communication must become total and conscious before we can stop it.

There is only one thing a writer can write about: what is in front of his senses at the moment of writing.

The title means exactly what the words say: NAKED Lunch—a frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork.

We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...

Sits as one new-risen from a dream.

True, I talk of dreams,Which are the children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.Art thou not, fatal vision, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? or art thou butA dagger of the mind, a false creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter.

How all occasions do inform against me,And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,If his chief good and market of his timeBe but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.Sure he that made us with such large discourse,Looking before and after, gave us notThat capability and godlike reasonTo fust in us unus'd.

Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!

Contemplation, as it has come to be understood in the Christian tradition, is a return to the paradisiacal state of union with God, which brings to fulfillment the redemptive act of Christ. It is the beginning of a level of consciousness, beyond ordinary consciousness, in which one begins to experience the reality of new life, of risen life. It is an experience of union with God and a realization of our oneness with our brothers and sisters.

The possibilities that are suggested in quantum physics tell us that everything that we're looking at may not be in fact there, so the underlying nature of being is weird.

The Second Turning was the Consciousness Revolution, stretching from the campus revolts of the mid-1960s to the tax revolts of the early 1980s. Before John Kennedy was assassinated, no one predicted that America was about to enter an era of personal liberation and cross a cultural divide that would separate anything thought or said after from anything thought or said before. But that's what happened.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...

Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

COMPARE) - Our birth is but a dream and a forgetting (Wordsworth) - ...so schläft er sehr rasch wieder ein, und schon nach vierundzwanzig Stunden ist es, als sei man niet weg gewesen und als sei die Reise der Traum einer Nacht. (Thomas Mann) - Thetis baptized her mortal son in Styx; A mortal mother would on Lethe fix. (Byron)

Be here. Be present. Wherever you are, be there.