Quotes About Consciousness

When he came to, groggy from the painkillers and still in pain (oh the fucking injustice!),

SO WHEN was a person dead? Was it between heartbeats? Between breaths? Was it as soon as the morphine kicked in and they would never be conscious again?

She shouldn't have napped. If you didn't sleep, you didn't dream.

You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.

We said nothing for several minutes. Our minds weighed like ripened fruit on the branch. When one is confronted by the mirror, the spirit trembles.

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

To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything. Between what I do recognize and what I do not recognize there stands myself. And what I do not recognize I shall continue not to recognize.

I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams.

The truth can only be seen when you close your eyes to reason and surrender yourself to dreams.

Is it true that the beyond, that everything beyond is here in this life? I can't hear you. Who goes there? Is it only me? Is it myself?

It was in the black mirror of anarchism that surrealism first recognized itself.

I strive in relation to other men, to discover the nature, if not the necessity, of my difference from them. Is it not precisely to the degree I become conscious of this difference that I shall recognize what I alone have been put on this earth to do, what unique message I alone may bear, so that I alone can answer for its fate.

Qui vive? Est-ce vous, Nadja? Est-il vrai que l'au-delà, tout l'au-delà soit dans cette vie? Je ne vous entends pas. Qui vive? Est-ce moi seul? Est-ce moi-même?

Je ne nie pas que l'amour ait maille à partir avec la vie. Je dis qu'il doit vaincre et pour cela s'être élevé à une telle conscience poétique de lui-même que tout ce qu'il rencontre nécessairement d'hostile se fonde au foyer de sa propre gloire.

How can one make the best of one's life? By converting as wide a range of experience as possible into conscious thought.

I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams.... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory.

Past and future monopolize the poet's sensory and intellectual faculties, detached from the immediate spectacle. These two philtres become utterly clear the moment one stops being hypnotized by the cloudy precipitate constituted by the world of today.

Într-adev?r, toÈ›i oamenii luau lumea în serios, convinÈ™i de realitatea ei. ?i numai el È™tia cât de puÈ›in ajunge pentru a face universul lor de nerecunoscut.

Many women, I think, resist feminism because it is an agony to be fully conscious of the brutal misogyny which permeates culture, society, and all personal relationships.

The greatest journey in life you will undertake is the one for self awareness. Finding out who you are and what you stand for.

Modern mass culture, aimed at the 'consumer', the civilisation of prosthetics, is crippling people's souls, setting up barriers between man and the crucial questions of his existence, his consciousness of himself as a spiritual being.

Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality.

What is art? (...) Like a declaration of love: the consciousness of our dependence on each other. A confession. An unconscious act that none the less reflects the true meaning of life—love and sacrifice.

If you look for a meaning, you'll miss everything that happens.