Quotes About Consciousness

Am I a person or a weapon?" Always he wanted to know that he was a person. He just kept giving me different choices so one time I might slip up and say, "You're not a person." "You are a person. But like a person, you can be a weapon, too.

The words would linger, form in his mind, but never become sound, trapped between his need and his will.

There's nothing to this world,' he said, 'but what our senses tell us about it, and all I can do is the best I can on that information.

Was he the woman with no clue where the ant was or the ant, unaware it was on the woman?

Give back to that which gave to you, came the thought, not knowing what I might be feeding, or what it meant for the collection of cells and thoughts that comprised me.

There was no moment like any other moment and yet each moment was the same.

What am I? How am I connected? What is my purpose? What is all of this, felt in the flesh? Why is it so beautiful? What is beautiful? Why do I not know? What else don't I know? When will I know it? Will I ever know? Would knowing be too much?

Looking for hidden meaning in these papers was the same as looking for hidden meaning in the natural world around us. If it existed, it could be activated only by the eye of the beholder.

The real reality is something we create every moment of every day, that realities spin off from our decisions in every second we're alive.

Nothing that lived and breather was truly objective-even in a vaccum, even if all that possessed the brain was a self-immolating desire for the truth.

That is the tragedy of everyday life: when you are in it, you can never see your self clearly.

La distinción entre pasado, presente y futuro es sólo una ilusión.

The point is best made by Aristotle, who supposedly asked, "Would you rather be a happy pig or an unhappy human?" HSPs prefer the good feeling of being very conscious, very human, even if what we are conscious of is not always cause for rejoicing.

What is imagining like? Like being a plant. What is imagining? It is not-perception: it is instead the quasi-percipient, slightly percipient, almost percipient, not yet percipient, after-percipient of perceptual mimesis. Like the rolled-back pale peach of the daylily Oakleigh, it is not sentience but sentience rolled back.

Although not conscious, everyone senses the potent sensitivity or volatility under the surface in the NPD individual.

Oh, of course I'd be BREATHING all the time I was doing those things, Aunt Polly, but I wouldn't be living. You breathe all the time you're asleep, but you aren't living. I mean living—doing the things

Todo mi esplendor caía en la ignorancia, en un no querer mirarme

Tal vez los actos quedan escritos en el aire y ahí los leemos con unos ojos que no nos conocemos.

A tormenting thought: as of a certain point, history was no longer real. Without noticing it, all mankind suddenly left reality; everything happening since then was supposedly not true; but we supposedly didn't notice. Our task would now be to find that point, and as long as we didn't have it, we would be forced to abide in our present destruction.

Time is a continuum whence there is one escape only. By closing the eyes to it from time to time, it is possible to splinter it into those fragments with which alone we are familiar.

His breathing was labored. His eyes were closed. But I was convinced that he was seeing everything. That he was seeing the truth in all things.

Some of life's moments mark a break in consciousness; others give rise to streams of scintillating, philosophical ideas or astonishing works of art; still others, to important meeting or profound personal upheavals.

Forgetfulness was for him the death not only of knowledge but also of imagination.

Somewhere along the way, we lost the experience of unity. We live our lives propping up the pathetic lie that we are different from everything else. This is a lie because the same awareness shines in the heart of all things. The lie is pathetic because it dooms us to a dry life of alienation.