Quotes About Consciousness

She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself

I know myself, he cried, but that is all.

He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive.

He cared only about people; he was scarcely conscious of places except for their weather, until they had been invested with color by tangible events.

Sudden revulsion seized Amory, disgust, loathing for the whole incident. He desired frantically to be away, never to see Myra again, never to kiss anyone; he became conscious of his face and hers, of their clinging hands, and he wanted to creep out of his body and hide somewhere safe out of sight, up in the corner of his mind.

His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.

he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair, of incessant passage up or down

He had slowed up to avoid the inevitable end of his thought: --the frontiers of consciousness. The frontiers that artists must explore were not for her, ever. She was fine-spun, inbred--eventually she might find rest in some quiet mysticism. Exploration was for those with a measure of peasant blood, those with big thighs and thick ankles who could take punishment as they took bread and salt, on every inch of flesh and spirit. --Not for you, he almost said. It's too tough a game for you.

No, I'm thinking about myself - my black old inside self, the real one, with the fundamental honesty that keeps me from being absolutely wicked by making me realize my own sins.

and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes.

But he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair.

He was conscious of the print of her wet foot on a rug through the bathroom door.

I felt an unpleasantness in the air, a pervading harshness that hadn't been there before. Or perhaps I had merely grown used to it, grown to accept West Egg as a world complete in itself, with its own standards and its own great figures, second to nothing because it had no consciousness of being so, and now I was looking at it again, through Daisy's eyes. It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment

For a time she had no accurate sense of her whereabouts or of the events of the day before, or the day before that; then, like a suspended pendulum, memory began to beat out its story, releasing with each swing a burdened quota of time until her life was given back to her.

Dick was always vividly conscious of his surroundings, while Collis Clay lived vaguely, the sharpest impressions dissolving upon a recording apparatus that had early atrophied, so the former talked and the latter listened, like a man sitting in a breeze.

and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at everyone, and yet to avoid all eyes. I

He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive. -Tom Buchanan, The Great Gatsby

He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive. -Tom Buchanan

I know myself,' he cried, 'but that is all.

Thoughts are Things; things that have a tendency to transform into our reality.

The "pure spirit" is a piece of pure stupidity: take away the nervous system and the senses, the so-called "mortal shell," and the rest is miscalculation—that is all!...

Even after waking From the dream I'll see the colors of irises.

Confucian axiom "If one's mind is elsewhere, one will look but not see, listen but not hear

It seems I've stopped speaking with my voice. Part of me fell asleep and just watches.