Quotes About Consciousness

Awareness signs the warrant for suffering.

Which is the world? Of our two sleepings, which / Shall fall awake when cures and their itch / Raise up this red-eyed earth?

When we begin to genuinely appreciate the illusory, dreamlike nature of our waking experiences, we are starting to mix those appearances with the appearances of our nighttime dreams. We are bringing those two states closer together.

Maybe you think you can wake up 50 percent, just enough to get beyond the "crazy" stage but not all the way to "wisdom." However, it's not the message of the Buddha or the intention of Buddhism to provide a partial recovery from confusion. The message of the Buddha is that you're awake now and that you can, if you apply yourself, realize it.

So when emotions come up, mind the gap. First feel them, then hold still without reacting, and then look—look at the gap.

Emptiness is consciousness itself.

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

The ability of humans to speak a modern language and the evolution of our ability to think about ourselves thinking about ourselves thus appear to parallel each other.

At least, these guys were looking. And seeing something. A milkshake.

I don't want to forget I'm trying to remember.

Once you are there, the rest of the universe seems nothing but an unpleasant dream.

Being and Nothingness by Sartre.

I asked this question: How can I think about my brain when it's my brain doing the thinking? So is this brain pretending to be me thinking about it?

How can you know what is missing if you've never met it? You must know of something's existence before you can notice its absence.

El abismo de dos mundos incomunicables se abre entre el hombre que tiene el sentimiento de la muerte y el que no lo tiene; sin embargo, los dos mueren; pero uno ignora su muerte, el otro la sabe; el uno no muere más que un instante, el otro no cesa de morir…

If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.

Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.

In every remark he found a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life, though vivid, was largely a dream.

A man does not talk to himself quite truly — not even to himself: the happiness or misery that he secretly feels proceeds from causes that he cannot quite explain, because as soon as he raises them to the level of the explicable they lose their native quality.

She was appallingly narrow, but her consciousness of wider things gave to her narrowness a pathetic charm.

But Love cannot understand this. He cannot comprehend another's infinity; he is conscious only of his own—flying sunbeam, falling rose, pebble that asks for one quiet plunge below the fretting interplay of space and time. He knows that he will survive at the end of things, and be gathered by Fate as a jewel from the slime, and be handed with admiration round the assembly of the gods.

Her brain darted up and down; it grew pliant and strong. Her conclusion was that any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any organization, and from this she never varied.

Quando o amor se vai, é lembrado não como amor, mas como algo diferente. Felizes são os ignorantes, pois esquecem por completo, e nunca estão conscientes da insensatez e da lascívia do passado, das longas e inúteis conversações.

Oh, what have I done?" "You fainted." "I—I am very sorry.