Quotes About Consciousness

Few people may be consciously aware of the etymological origins of common words and phrases, but the essential metaphor-making process of comparing the unknown with the known is still vital and ongoing. This process is the way meaning was, is, and ever shall be made.

We're actually really lucky that [physics] works, because no one knows why the thoughts in our heads should relate to the fundamental workings of the universe.

it struck me as an operational way to define free will, in a way that allowed you to reconcile free will with determinism. The system is deterministic, but you can't say what it's going to do next.

Ideas we don't know we have, have us.

I can no longer be sure whether the psyche is in me or whether I'm in the psyche...

The act of consciousness is central; otherwise we are overrun by the complexes. The hero in each of us is required to answer the call of individuation. We must turn away from the cacaphony of the outerworld to hear the inner voice. When we can dare to live its promptings, then we achieve personhood. We may become strangers to those who thought they knew us, but at least we are no longer strangers to ourselves.

He was conscious that his thoughts and feelings were the same utterly unoriginal torments of billions like him: the bewildering indifference of the universe, the pointlessness of suffering, the inescapable obligation to abide with it.

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

Let's admit it, people: nobody understands consciousness. Psychology hasn't had a Newton yet.

I sometimes subscribe to the belief that all historical events occur simultaneously, like a dream in the mind of God. Perhaps it is only man who views time sequentially and tries to impose a solar calendar upon it. What if other people, both dead and unborn, are living out their lives in the same space we occupy, without our knowledge or consent?

Feeling is the consciousness of the resulting conditions - of success, failure, equilibrium, compromise or balance, in this continuous rivalry of ideas.

I experience transcendence when something infinite reminds me I am finite.

Reality is God-centered and all human beings are worshipers, whether or not they are conscious of this reality and its implications.

In other words, none of us are perfect, spiritual teachers included We are all here in this Earth school to grow and learn in a host of different ways, and only now are we humans beginning to understand how difficult that can be in an increasingly global pluralistic world full of people whose cultures, beliefs, worldviews, and levels of consciousness are very different from our own.

do not analyze or argue it, describe or define it—I am one with it.

being present." Once you are present to what you are saying, you express it differently, and as a result it sounds different

Tea is also a sort of spiritual refreshment, an elixir of clarity and wakeful tranquility. Respectfully preparing tea and partaking of it mindfully create heart-to-heart conviviality, a way to go beyond this world and enter a realm apart. No pleasure is simpler, no luxury cheaper, no consciousness-altering agent more benign.

I cannot forget that I have forgotten. I may have used the veil so successfully that I have made my performance believable to myself.

I am the genius of myself,the poietes who composes the sentences I speak and the actions I take. It is I, not the mind,that thinks. It is I, not the will, that acts. It is I, not the nervous system, that feels.

Just as infinite players can play any number of finite games, so too can they join the audience of any game. They do so, however, for the play that is in observing, quite aware that they are audience. They look, but they see that they are looking.

The human perception of this energy first begins with a heightened sensitivity to beauty.

The universe is energy, energy that responds to our expectations.

There are a thousand paths into the future, forks after forks in the road ahead. Who knows, if one road closes, maybe another opens in another universe . . . and your soul, your consciousness, leaps over to continue that journey ever forward, always finding the right path." Still

WHAT IS REALITY? It's both the simplest question to answer—and the hardest. Over the ages, it has baffled both philosophers and physicists. In The Republic, Plato described the true world as nothing more than a flickering shadow on a cave wall. Oddly enough, millennia later, scientists have come full circle to a similar conclusion.