Quotes About Consciousness

Tomorrow doesn't exist. This moment Alone is mine, and I am only who Exists in this instant, which might be the last Of the self I pretend to be. 16 March 1933

We do not possess our sensations, and through them we cannot possess ourselves.

Así vivo, en visión pura, el exterior animado de las cosas y los seres, indiferente como un dios de otro mundo, a su contenido-espíritu. Sólo profundizo en la superficie y en lo exterior, y cuando ansío la profundidad la busco en mí y en mi concepto de las cosas.

Todos los movimientos y las intenciones de la vida, desde la vida sencilla de los pulmones hasta la construcción de ciudades y el trazado de fronteras de imperios, los considero como una somnolencia, cosas como sueños o descansos pasadas involuntariamente en el intervalo entre una realidad y otra realidad, entre un día y otro día del Absoluto.

Passa tudo isso, e nada de tudo isso me diz nada, tudo é alheio ao meu destino, alheio, até, ao destino próprio — inconsciência, carambas ao despropósito quando o acaso deita pedras, ecos de vozes incógnitas — salada coletiva da vida.

I never go beyond immediate reality. There is nothing beyond immediate reality.

Tudo que se passa no onde vivemos é em nós que se passa. Tudo que cessa no que vemos é em nós que cessa.

Wise is the man who has the potential for height in his muscles but who renounces climbing in his consciousness. By virtue of his gaze, he has all hills, and by virtue of his position, all valleys. The sun that gilds the summits will gild them more for him than for someone at the top who must endure the bright light; and the palace perched high in the woods will be more beautiful for those who see it from the valley than for those who, imprisoned in its rooms, forget it.

I've come to the realization that I'm always thinking and listening to two things at once.

Drunk on errors, for a few moments I stray away from feeling myself live.

I am the size of what I see And not the size of my stature.

Ele dorme dentro da minha alma E às vezes acorda de noite E brinca com os meus sonhos. Vira uns de pernas para o ar, Põe uns em cima dos outros E bate as palmas sozinho Sorrindo para o meu sono.

Se que he sido error y extravío, que no he vivido nunca, que solamente he existido porque he matado el tiempo con conciencia y pensamiento.

Viver é não pensar.

Tiny concerns as well as large worries distract us from ourselves, hindering the peace of mind we all aspire to, whether we know it or not.

The ego itself, the I in each one of us, is perhaps a divine dimension.

All that we truly possess are our own sensations; it is in them, rather than in what they sense, that we must base our life's reality.

13] Incluso pensar así es actuar. Sólo en el devaneo absoluto, donde nada de lo activo interviene, donde al fin hasta nuestra consciencia de nosotros mismos se atasca en el lodo —sólo así, en ese húmedo y blando no-ser, se consigue competentemente renunciar a la acción.   No querer comprender, no analizar... Verse a uno mismo como a la Naturaleza; observar sus propias impresiones como quien observa un campo —esto es la sabiduría.

La relación que hay entre el sueño y la vida es la misma que hay entre lo que llamamos vida y lo que llamamos muerte. Estamos durmiendo, y esta vida es un sueño, no en un sentido metafórico o poético, sino en un sentido verdadero.

We almost always live outside ourselves, and life itself is a continual dispersion. But it's towards ourselves that we tend, as towards a centre around which, like planets, we trace absurd and distant ellipses.

Estou hoje lúcido como se não existisse.

Así las cosas, no sabiendo creer en Dios y no pudiendo creer en una suma de animales, me encontré, como otros hombres, en esa distancia de todo lo que solemos llamar Decadencia. La Decadencia es la pérdida total de la inconsciencia, pues la inconsciencia es el fundamento de la vida. Si el corazón pudiera pensar, se detendría.

Sadly I write in my quiet room, alone as I have always been, alone as I will always be. And I wonder if my apparently negligible voice might not embody the essence of thousands of voices, the longing for self-expression of thousands of lives, the patience of millions of souls resigned like my own to their daily lot, their useless dreams, and their hopeless hopes. In these moments my heart beats faster because I'm conscious of it.

Fernando Pessoa