Quotes About Consciousness

It is amazing how full a life a man can lead without for one moment being alive at all, except sometimes when sleeping.

Things only exist as long as you see them. And we are all of us nothing but the sum of our moods.

Dr. Freud established that only a small part, perhaps one-tenth, of the human mental and emotional organization is conscious. Our main response to this discovery has been to reject the nine-tenths unconscious more completely and more systematically than ever before. The ghost story makes contact with the submerged nine-tenths.

Self awareness is NOT just a bunch of amino acids bumping together.

Our consciousness, our ideas, our frame of reference and our belief system determine whether we go to the river of life with a teaspoon, a cup, a bucket or a barrel.

Right thinking comes from being aware of the truth or the reality of any situation.

We look for the Secret - the Philosopher's Stone, the Elixir of the Wise, Supreme Enlightenment, 'God' or whatever...and all the time it is carrying us about...It is the human nervous system itself.

Is," "is," "is"—the idiocy of the word haunts me. If it were abolished, human thought might begin to make sense. I don't know what anything "is"; I only know how it seems to me at this moment.

Why is man man? As long as we have had minds to think with, stars to ponder upon, dreams to disturb us, curiosity to inspire us, hours free for meditation, words to place our thoughts in order, the question like a restless ghost has prowled the cellars of our consciousness.

Always remember; wherever you go; there you are!

Nothing in life is as important as you think it is while you are thinking about it."18

In large measure, who we are with respect to any choice is where we are, attentionally, in the moment before the choice.

Nothing in life is as important as you think it is while you are thinking about it."2

Why is it that adults, as well as children, are impressed with a certain uneasiness in the dark? Not a fear of ghosts, or robbers, or accidents, or of anything upon which the mind can reason, or of which the senses are cognizant, but a vague consciousness of invisible influences. In the daylight we have no such sensations; they belong exclusively to silence and darkness.

without knowing what is funny, one is constantly in danger of being funny without knowing it.

How do we come to choose what it is that we spend our days doing? Would we choose it again if we could? Did we choose it today, or has it simply carried us along somehow?

I am very sorry, Aidan, but you have been asleep - or dead, depending on your point of view - for three thousand years.

There's nothing to this telepathy business. It's all in the mind.

I'm breathing . . . are you breathing too? It's nice, isn't it?

We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.

Am I lying to you if I tell you the same lie I tell myself?

There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.

I believe in a real, physical world. I figure if the world existed only in my mind, it would pay more attention to me.

Be the first to see what you see as you see it.