Quotes About Consciousness

As for my mind all things which are not within the verge of her own operation, are indifferent unto her, and for her own operations, those altogether depend of her.

This that I am, whatever it be, is mere flesh and a little breath and the ruling Reason.

Our life is what our thoughts make of it.

Your soul takes on the colour of your thoughts.

Fritter not away what is left of thy life in thoughts about others, unless thou canst bring these thoughts into

Thou art a little soul bearing about a corpse

Ons leven is slechts wat onze gedachten ervan maken.

The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.

nothing is but what thinking makes it.

Such as you are your habitual thoughts, such also will be the character of your mind; for your soul is dyed through the thoughts.

And I took it for granted that he knew all of these things about himself.

By all means press on . . . and bear in mind that you are not mortal, but only that body of yours. You are not the person presented by your physical appearance. A man's true self is his mind, not that form which can be pointed out by a finger.

To be ignorant of one's ignorance is the malady of the ignorant.

We lived, as usual by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.

Last year I abstained this year I devour without guilt which is also an art

Glenn used to say the reason you can't really imagine yourself being dead was that as soon as you say, 'I'll be dead,' you've said the word I, and so you're still alive inside the sentence. And that's how people got the idea of the immortality of the soul - it was a consequence of grammar.

I thought everyone would be familiar with this figure: if I'd studied a thing in school I assumed it was general knowledge. I hadn't yet discovered that I lived in a sort of transparent balloon, drifting over the world without making much contact with it, and that the people I knew appeared to me at a different angle from the one at which they appeared to themselves; and that the reverse was also true. I was smaller to others, up there in my balloon, than I was to myself. I was also blurrier.

I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing…. I'm a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping. Inside it is a space, huge as the sky at night and dark and curved like that, though black-red rather than black.

I thought my heart was pure. We do like to have such good opinions of our own motives when we're about to do something harmful, to someone else.

Maybe I don't really want to know what's going on. Maybe I'd rather not know. Maybe I couldn't bear to know. The Fall was a fall from innocence to knowledge.

Is that how we lived, then? But we lived as usual. Everyone does, most of the time. Whatever is going on is as usual. Even this is as usual, now. We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.

Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.

He needed to exist only in the present, without guilt, without expectation.

I should have known better than to rely on pills. You can't buy unconsciousness quite so cheaply.