Quotes About Consciousness

Art affirms all that is best in man—hope, faith, love, beauty, prayer…What he dreams of and what he hopes for…What is art?…Like a declaration of love: the consciousness of our dependence on each other. A confession. An unconscious act that none the less reflects the true meaning of life—love and sacrifice.

The only function of consciousness is to produce fabrications. True knowledge is achieved in the heart and in the soul.

No se obran milagros en el mundo, lo único que no comprendo es la muerte, ese engullimiento en un abismo sombrío y denso donde se pierden los sentimientos y la conciencia. ¿Acaso es un milagro? No, es poco probable: es metafísica.

Do not look for approval except for the consciousness of doing your best.

Is there intelligence without life? Is there mind without communication? Is there language without living? Is there thought without experience?

Could a machine ever be said to have made its own decisions? Could a machine have beliefs? Could a machine make mistakes? Could a machine believe it made its own decisions? Could a machine erroneously attribute free will to itself? Could a machine come up with ideas that had not been programmed into it in advance? Could creativity emerge from a set of fixed rules? Are we – even the most creative among us – but passive slaves to the laws of physics that govern our neurons?

can thinking and feeling emerge from patterns of activity in different sorts of substrate – organic, electronic, or otherwise?

In short, can thinking and feeling emerge from patterns of activity in different sorts of substrate – organic, electronic, or otherwise?

Never run on auto-pilot. Constantly be thinking, critiquing your work in real time.

When we practise "dog awareness", we notice that our mind is usually somewhere else. Try eating a meal and tasting every mouthful. Talk to a friend and hear every word. Listen to a song and hear every note. Take a walk and see every tree. Gradually we get better at

A soul cannot seek close fellowship with God, or attain the abiding consciousness of waiting on Him all the day, without a very honest and entire surrender to all His will.

Nothing but the presence of God can reveal and expel self.

Of God are ye in Christ. It is not as if God placed and planted us in Christ, and left it to us now to maintain the union. No, God is the Eternal One, the God of the everlasting life, who works every moment in a power that does not for one moment cease. What God gives, He continues with a never-ceasing giving. It is He who by the Holy Spirit makes this life in Christ a blessed reality in our consciousness.

It is as we daily hear God's call, and put [intercessory prayer] into practice, that the consciousness will begin to live in us, that we too, are intercessors; and that we shall feel the need of living in Christ and being full of the Spirit if we are to do the work of the intercession aright. Nothing will so test and stimulate the Christian life as the honest attempt to be an intercessor.

Amid the painful consciousness of ignorance and unworthiness, in the struggle between believing and doubting, the heavenly art of effectual prayer is learnt.

Her head jerked around. It's so unlikely to be alive, isn't it? The right temperature, and gravity, the right atoms combining at the precise moment, you'd think it would never happen. She stood looking at a painting with a hand to her cheek, then watched the cat making its way across the sofa toward the bird. Life, it's so unlikely, she said, then turned to me again. It's so much better than we think, isn't it?

His brain sits before its cash register again, charging him for old shames as if he has not paid before.

There is a Russian expression: if you wake up feeling no pain, you know you're dead.

Perception is controlled hallucination.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: No creo en la muerte porque uno no está presente para saber que, en efecto, ha ocurrido (Andy Warhol)

Do you recognize suffering? -I hope I do. -Injustice? -Again, I hope I would. -Then you are a political man.

Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.

What if people knew they were recycled? Would that change anything?

It was funny to hear her voice aloud. Her thoughts and perceptions usually existed so deep inside her, they rarely made it to the surface without a deliberate effort.