Quotes About Consciousness

If you hold close to nature, to what is simple in it, to the small things people hardly see and which all of a sudden can become great and immeasurable; if you have this love for what is slight, and quite unassumingly, as a servant, seek to win the confidence of what seems poor – then everything will grow easier, more unified and somehow more conciliatory, not perhaps in the intellect, which, amazed, remains a step behind, but in your deepest consciousness, watchfulness and knowledge.

in later years it occasionally happened that I awoke in the night and the stars were so real and advanced so convincingly that I could not understand how people managed to lose so much of the world

Think, dear sir, of the world you carry within you, and call this thinking what you will; {...} only be attentive to that which rises up in you and set it above everything that you observe about you. What goes on in your innermost being is worthy of your whole love.

Maybe we're here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive tree, window — at most, pillar, tower … but to say them, remember, oh, to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of existing so intensely.

De meeste gebeurtenissen zijn niet te verwoorden, ze voltrekken zich in een ruimte die nog nooit door een woord is betreden.

Pues cerca de la muerte uno ya no ve la muerte y mira fijamente hacia afuera, quizás con una gran mirada de animal.

I am learning to see. Why, I cannot say, but all things enter more deeply into me; nor do the impressions remain at the level where they used to cease. There is a place within me of which I knew nothing. Now all things tend that way. I do not know what happens there.

Only the solitary individual is subject, like a thing, to the fundamental laws, and if someone goes out into the morning as it is breaking, or looks out into the evening full of occurence, and if he feels what is happening there, every hint of station slips from him as if from a dead man, although he is standing in the midst of life itself.

ad?na kader dediÄŸimiz ÅŸeyin d??ar?dan insanlar?n içine girmediÄŸi, insanlar?n içinden d??ar? ç?kt??? da yavaÅŸ yavaÅŸ farkedilecektir.

For, if we think of this existence of the individual as a room - be it large or small - it is evident that most people only get to know a corner of their room, a corner by the window, a strip on which they walk up or down.

This again is one of the hardest tests of the creative individual: he must always remain unconscious, unsuspecting of his best virtues, if he would not rob them of their ingenuousness and untouchedness!

I think there was a conflict, a mutual struggle between the two procedures of, first, looking and confidently perceiving, and then of appropriating and making personal use of what has been perceived; that the two, perhaps as a result of becoming conscious, would immediately start opposing each other, talking out loud, as it were, and go on perpetually interrupting and contradicting each other.

As coisas estão longe de ser todas tão tangíveis e dizíveis quanto se nos pretenderia fazer crer; a maior parte dos acontecimentos é inexprimível e ocorre num espaço em que nenhuma palavra pisou.

Wenn du der Träumer bist, bin ich dein Traum. Doch wenn du wachen willst, bin ich dein Wille

Kendisine söylenen bir ÅŸeyi, daima her ÅŸey olarak görüyor ve bunun kar??s?nda keza mevcut öbür ÅŸeyleri unutuveriyordu

Und wir: Zuschauer, immer, überall, dem allen zugewandt und nie hinaus! Uns überfüllts. Wir ordnens. Es zerfällt. Wir ordnens wieder und zerfallen selbst.

Si hubiera consciencia como la nuestra en el seguro animal que viene a nuestro encuentro en otra dirección, nos cogería violentamente y nos haría dar la vuelta con su cambio. Pero su ser es para él infinito, suelto y no mira a su estado, puro como su mirada hacia adelante. Y donde nosotros vemos futuro, allí ve él Todo y a sí mismo en Todo y a salvo para siempre.

Aprendo a ver. No sé por qué, todo penetra en mí más profundamente, y no permanece donde, hasta ahora, todo terminaba siempre. Tengo un interior que ignoraba. Así es desde ahora. No sé lo que pasa.

But we are all human, I thought, wondering what I meant.

I'd been so fascinated by the notion, that I'd forgotten to measure what it was bringing forth. I'd been asleep, dreaming.

That invisibility to which I refer occurs because of a peculiar disposition of the eyes of those with whom I come in contact. A matter of the construction of their INNER eyes, those eyes with which they look through their physical eyes upon reality.

Without light I am not only invisible, but formless as well; and to be unaware of one's form is to live a death.

When one is invisible he finds such problems as good and evil, honesty and dishonesty, of such shifting shapes that he confuses one with the other, depending upon who happens to be looking through him at the time.

I've illuminated the blackness of my invisibility—and vice versa.