Quotes About Consciousness

t's suggested that the ultimate fulfillment of a conscious being lay not in solitude but in a shared state so intricate and corporative it might almost be said to represent the entwining of two selves. This notion, of the unitary self being broken down, consciousness not as an imprisonment in one's own perceptions but rather as something more intimate and less divided, or universality that could come from shared experience at the highest level.

Ele não olhou para mim nem sequer uma vez, pois os momentos em que as pessoas estão demonstrando o próprio poder sobre as outras são aqueles em que têm menos consciência delas.

If you were unfamiliar with the political situation in our country, you might think you were witnessing not the machinations of a democracy but the final surrender of personal consciousness into the public domain.

I was used to the sound and was barely startled by it, and in that half-conscious state I could hear it as all strange things. Sometimes I liked to imagine, I told him, that it was the sound of wicked men blowing their brains out, one after another. 'Huh,' he said, with a grudging half-smile. 'Wicked men don't do that. Anyway, you'd probably like those men if you got to know them. Nothing evil ever dies. Especially not of remorse.

And of those two ways of living - living in the moment and living outside it - which was more real?

The world inside myself is vaster and richer than this paltry plane, peopled with mere galaxies and gods.

Our consciousness wants to connect through struggle and even pain. So in a funny sort of way, vulnerability is attractive.

It's strange, when you think about it, that we spend close to a third of our lives asleep. Why do we do it? While we're sleeping, we're vulnerable - and, at least on the outside, supremely unproductive.

It is tempting to think of this form of insomnia, the inability to fall asleep, as a disease of agency and control: the inability to relinquish high self-reflexive consciousness for the vulnerable, ignorant regions of slumber in which we know not what we do.

I think the global mass culture is either consciously or unconsciously sensitized to how vulnerable we are here on the planet.

Our courts' decisions do not permeate the public consciousness - we have no equivalent of the Brown v Board of Education ruling which outlawed racial segregation, or of Roe v Wade, which enshrined a woman's right to choose not just into law but into the public imagination as well.

I would encounter W. E. B. Du Bois and the term double consciousness. When I read it, I thought about sitting in my mother's employer's family room, watching my mother clean while I waited for her to finish so we could go home.

Every day without fail one should consider himself as dead. There is a saying of the elders that goes, 'Step from under the eaves and you're a dead man. Leave the gate and the enemy is waiting.' This is not a matter of being careful. It is to consider oneself as dead beforehand.

Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing himself of everything, even of his own consciousness.

Just being aware of what you are about to do greatly diminishes the tendency to do what you don't want to. You will pull your hand back from that pizza slice, tell the waitress that you are passing on dessert, put on your gym shoes instead of going under the comforter, and take several deep breaths instead of screaming at your daughter.

I'm usually woken by a vibration on my up-band. It's the gradual vibration for about ten seconds, and then the chimes of my blue light. It's just a way to wake gently. It all gently puts me into awake-mode. I play music off of my Sonos playlist. 'The Rachmaninoff Concerto 3 in D-minor', 1st movement.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

I've woken up from dreams and the whole song is there. I'm listening to it in my dreams. I consciously have to wake myself up and get a tape recorder because I hear it like a record.

Once you wake up and smell the coffee, it's hard to go back to sleep.

The scariest thought in the world is that someday I'll wake up and realize I've been sleepwalking through my life: underappreciating the people I love, making the same hurtful mistakes over and over, a slave to neuroses, fear, and the habitual.

My message to you is very clear: Wake up, America!

You have to be able to wake up in the morning and say, 'I've been true.'

We have to wake up. We have to refuse to be a clone.

If I wake up during a dream I can usually go back to sleep and finish the story.