Quotes About Consciousness

Se me ocurre que pensar, sentir, querer, también pueden ser estancamientos ante un pensar más íntimo, un sentir más mío, una voluntad perdida en alguna parte del laberinto de lo que realmente soy.

esa proximidad al objeto que reside en las sensaciones carnales (el tacto, el gusto o el olfato) esculpen al encuentro de la conciencia; poder restituir de la visión interior, del olvido del sueño

Somos muerte. Esto, que consideramos vida, es el sueño de la vida real, la muerte de lo que verdaderamente somos. Los muertos nacen, no mueren. Están trocados, para nosotros, los mundos. Cuando creemos que vivimos, estamos muertos; vamos a vivir cuando estamos moribundos.

Për njeriun e zakonshëm me ndie domethanë me jetue, e me mendue domethanë me dijtë me jetue. Për mue, me mendue asht me jetue, e me ndie s'asht veçse ushqimi i të menduemit.

Vive tu vida y no seas vivido por ella. Tanto en la verdad como en el error, tanto en el gozo como en el malestar, sé tu propio ser.

When I participate, although it seems that I'm expanding, I'm limiting myself. To associate is to die. Only my consciousness of myself is real for me; other people are hazy phenomena in this consciousness, and it would be morbid to attribute very much reality to them.

Porque eu sou do tamanho do que vejo. E não do tamanho da minha altura...

I am beginning to be conscious of being conscious.

All the world, all life, is a vast system of unconscious agents operating through individual consciousnesses.

O essencial é saber ver, Saber ver sem estar a pensar, Saber ver quando se vê, E nem pensar quando se vê Nem ver quando se pensa.   Mas isso (tristes de nós que trazemos a alma vestida!), Isso exige um estudo profundo, Uma aprendizagem de desaprender E

How many things that we consider right or true are merely the vestiges of our dreams, the sleepwalking figures of our incomprehension! Does anyone know what's right or true? How many things we consider beautiful are merely the fashion of the day, the fiction of their time and place! How many things we consider ours are utterly foreign to our blood, we being merely their perfect mirrors or transparent wrappers!

A Decadência é a perda total da inconsciência; porque a inconsciência é o fundamento da vida. O coração, se pudesse pensar, pararia.

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. This has nothing to do with anything.

Since life is essentially a mental state and everything that we do or think is only as valuable as we think it is, it depends on us for any value it may have.

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

To associate is to die. Only my consciousness of myself is real for me; other people are hazy phenomena in this consciousness, and it would be morbid to attribute very much reality to them.

I let my mind wander, and I'm sure that what I'm writing I've already written. I remember. And I ask the one in me who presumes to exist if in the Platonism of sensations there might not be another, less vertical anamnesis – another pre-existing life that we vaguely remember but that belongs only to this life… My God, my God, who am I watching? How many am I? Who is I? What is this gap between me and myself?

Let us always search for the impossible, since that is our destiny, and let us search for it by way of the useless, since no path goes by any other way, but let us rise to the consciousness that nothing we search for can be found, and that nothing along the way deserves a fond kiss or memory.

What we see isn't what we see but what we are.

Vivere è non pensare.

Through rational thought I can recognize that a man is a living being just like me, but for my true, involuntary self he has always had less importance than a tree, if the tree is more beautiful.

I know nothing greater, nor more worthy of the truly great man, than the patient and expressive analysis of the ways in which we don't know ourselves, the conscious recording of the unconsciousness of our conscious states, the metaphysics of autonomous shadows, the poetry of the twilight

I am a man for whom the external world is an internal reality.

irony. I know nothing greater, nor more worthy of the truly great man, than the patient and expressive analysis of the ways in which we don't know ourselves, the conscious recording of the unconsciousness of our conscious states, the metaphysics of autonomous shadows, the poetry of the twilight of disillusion.