Quotes About Consciousness

There's metaphysics enough in not thinking about anything.

What's in all this besides myself? Ah, but that, and that alone, is tedium. In all of this – the sky, the earth, the world – there is nothing at all but me!

I do not even know whether I am the one living it or if my life is living me (if we allow that empty word 'live' to mean whatever it wants to), and I should not really swear to anything at all.

That episode of the imagination we call reality

What matters is to know how to see, ... To know how to see when seeing

nothing is what it is, but dreams are always dreams.)

Nu am c?utat niciodat? s?-mi tr?iesc via?a. Via?a mea s-a tr?it f?r? ca eu s? vreau sau nu. Am vrut doar s? v?d ca ?i cum n-a? fi avut suflet. Am vrut doar s? v?d ca ?i cum a? fi fost numai ochi.

Who knows for what supreme forces – gods or demons of Truth in whose shadow we roam – I may be nothing but a shiny fly that alights in front of them for a moment or two? A facile hypothesis? Trite observation? Philosophy with no real thought? Maybe. But I didn't think: I felt. It was carnally, directly, with profound and dark horror that I made this ludicrous comparison.

In the viscous air of the abstract street there is only an external thread of feeling, like the slobber of an idiot Destiny, dripping on my soul's consciousness.

We are eternal travelers of ourselves, and the only landscape that exists is what we are. We possess nothing, because we do not even possess ourselves. We have nothing because we are nothing. What hands will I reach out to what universe? The universe is not mine: it is me.

Një njeri, në zotëroftë dijen e vërtetë mund ta shijojë krejt spektaklin e botës ulun mbi një karrige, pa ditë me lexue, pa folë me askënd, veç me anë të përdorimit të shqisave dhe faktit që shpirti të mos dijë me qenë i trishtë.

To externalize impressions is more a way of persuading ourselves that we have them rather than actually having them.

All these half-tones of the soul's consciousness create a raw landscape within us, a sun eternally setting on what we are. Our sense of ourselves then becomes a deserted field at nightfall, with sad reeds flanking a boatless river, bright in the darkness growing between the distant shores.

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Tanta inconsecuencia en querer bastarme a mí mismo!¡ ¡Tanta conciencia sarcástica de sensaciones imaginadas! Tanto enredo del alma con las sensaciones, de los pensamientos con el aire y el río, para decir que me duele la vida en el olfato en conciencia, para no saber decir, como en la frase sencilla y total del libro de Job, mi alma está cansada de mi vida.

I tak, nie umiejÄ…c wierzy? w Boga ani w zwierzÄ™cÄ… zbiorowo??, nabraÅ'em - jak wszyscy inni ludzie na skraju - tego dystansu wobec wszystkiego, który nazywa siÄ™ powszechnie DekadencjÄ…. Dekadencja to caÅ'kowita utrata nieÅ›wiadomoÅ›ci, a nieÅ›wiadomo?? to fundament ?ycia. Gdyby serce mogÅ'o myÅ›le?, przestaÅ'oby bi?.

From birth to death, man is the slave of the same external dimension that rules animals. Throughout his life he doesn't live, he vegetatively thrives, with greater intensity and complexity than an animal.

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.

Entre o Sono e Sonho Entre o sono e sonho, Entre mim e o que em mim É o quem eu me suponho Corre um rio sem fim. Passou por outras margens, Diversas mais além, Naquelas várias viagens Que todo o rio tem. Chegou onde hoje habito A casa que hoje sou. Passa, se eu me medito; Se desperto, passou. E quem me sinto e morre No que me liga a mim Dorme onde o rio corre — Esse rio sem fim.

La libertad no es una filosofía y ni siquiera es una idea: es un movimiento de la conciencia que nos lleva, en ciertos momentos, a pronunciar dos monosílabos: Sí o No.

Libertad es decidir, pero también, no lo olvides, darte cuenta de que estás decidiendo.

Lo mismo que nadie puede ser libre en tu lugar, también es cierto que nadie puede ser justo por ti si tú no te das cuenta de que debes serlo para vivir bien.

I haven't learned yet to be the instrument of unconscious good.

Es que, cuando los hombres llevan en la mente un mismo ideal, nada puede incomunicarlos, ni las paredes de una cárcel, ni la tierra de los cementerios, porque un mismo recuerdo, una misma alma, una misma idea, una misma conciencia y dignidad los alienta a todos.