Quotes About Consciousness

Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know, is bad, or amoral, at least. You can't act if you don't know. Acting without knowing takes you right off the cliff.

I don't talk things, sir,' said Faber. 'I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and know I'm alive.

Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain.

After all, once a time was over, it was done. You were always in the present. // Pictures? No, they lie. You're not the picture. My dear, you're not the dates, or the ink, or the paper. You're not these trunks of junk and dust. You're only you, here, now—the present you.

All of us have photographic memories, but spend a lifetime learning how to block off the things that are really in there.

It doesn't think anything we don't want it to think.' 'That's sad,' said Montag, quietly, 'because all we put into it is hunting and finding and killing. What a shame if that's all it can ever know.

Douglas opened one eye. And everything, absolutely everything, was there. The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everything, stared back at him.

Whatever she is now she's better than she was, said Bedloe. Being dead is better than being dull, being dead is better than not being aware.

You don't ask a dream if it is real, or you wake up.

I want to wake people up and make them care about being alive in this universe.

Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know is bad, or amoral, at least. You can't act if you don't know.

But three, now, Christ three A.M.! Doctors say the body's at low tide then. The soul is out. The blood moves slow. You're the nearest to dead you'll ever be save dying. Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had strength to rouse up, you'd slaughter your half-dreams with buckshot!

It is a subliminal thing. It is the tick of a clock that has ticked so long one no longer notices. Something is in a room when a man lives in it. Something is not in the room when a man is dead in it.

In most cases I don't even know the metaphors lay waiting to be printed off my retina.

The blows of his heart might jar him loose, crash him down, but he was glad to hear them, know himself alive.

What does it matter who is Past or Future, if we are both alive, for what follows will follow, tomorrow or in ten thousand years.

I was feeling my way toward something honest, hidden under the trapdoor on the top of my skull.

He paused and tried to feel into himself to see what was really there.

Cuando en la oscuridad olvidamos lo cerca que estamos del vacío, algún día se presentará y se apoderará de nosotros, porque habremos olvidado lo terrible y real que puede ser.

Sexed but sexless, the robots. Named but unnamed, and borrowing from humans everything but humanity, the robots stared at the nailed lids of their labeled F.O.B boxes, in a death that was not even a death, for there had never been a life.

So, in sum, what are we? We are the creatures that know and know too much. That leaves us with such a burden again we have a choice, to laugh or cry. No other animal does either. We do both, depending on the season and the need.

I don't talk about things, sir,' said Faber. 'I talk about the meaning of things. I sit here and know I'm alive.

I don't talk things, sir," said Faber. "I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and know I'm alive.

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