Quotes About Consciousness

No subject posits itself spontaneously and at once as the inessential from the outset; it is not the Other who, defining itself as Other, defines the One; the Other is posited as Other by the One positing itself as One. But in order for the Other not to turn into the One, the Other has to submit to this foreign point of view.

En tant qu'il existe pour soi l'enfant ne saurait se saisir comme sexuellement différencié. (...) C'est à travers les yeux, les mains, non par les paties sexuelles qu'ils appréhendent l'univers.

Today I believe that, under the specially privileged conditions in which I exist, life contains two main truths which we must face simultaneously, and between which there is no choice - the joy of being, the horror of being no more.

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the absolute could be enclosed within the last moments of a dying person.

Sin embargo, le pregunté si me encontraba inteligente. Sí, ciertamente, pero la inteligencia no es una facultad separada; cuando doy vueltas en mis obsesiones mi inteligencia ya no está disponible.

Si no soy sino un cuerpo, sólo un lugar al sol y el instante que mide mi suspiro, entonces heme aquí liberado de todas las inquietudes, los temores, las penas. Nada me conmueve, nada me importa. No estoy ligado sino a ese minuto que llena mi vida: ella sola es una presa tangible, una presencia. No existe sino la impresión del momento.

El cuerpo de la mujer es uno de los elementos esenciales de la situación que ella ocupa en este mundo, pero tampoco él basta para definirla, ese cuerpo no tiene realidad vivida, sino en la medida en que es asumido por la conciencia a través de sus acciones y el seno de una sociedad

Mi acción no es para otro sino lo que él mismo la hace ser: ¿cómo puedo, pues, saber de antemano lo que hago?; y si no lo sé, ¿cómo puedo proponerme obrar por la humanidad?

Les plus brûlantes images sont froides au prix d'une sensation.

I pensieri vanno e vengono a loro piacere, nella nostra testa. Non lo si fa apposta a credere a ciò che si crede.

To exist genuinely is not to deny this spontaneous movement of my transcendence, but only to refuse to lose myself in it.

only the subject can justify his own existence; no external subject, no object, can bring him salvation from the outside. He can not be regarded as a nothing, since the consciousness of all things is within him.

Evil is license, and that is why it is monotonous: everything has to be drawn from ourselves. One is condemned to false infinity. That is hell itself.

The reality of the world is the result of our attachment. It is the reality of the self which we transfer into things. It has nothing to do with independent reality. That is only perceptible through total detachment. Should only one thread remain, there is still attachment.

When we see the world, the image we see is not only a reflection of the world, it is also a reflection of us.

I am other than what I imagine myself to be. To know this is forgiveness.

To see a landscape as it is when I am not there... When I am in any place, I disturb the silence of heaven and earth by my breathing and the beating of my heart.

Every human being has at his roots here below a certain terrestrial poetry, a reflection of the heavenly glory, the link, of which he is more or less vaguely conscious, with his universal country. Affliction is the tearing up of these roots.

we are not aware of what is most essentially bad in us.

Comme la pensée collective ne peut exister comme pensée, elle passe dans les choses (signes, machines...). D'où ce paradoxe : c'est la chose qui pense et l'homme qui est réduit à l'état de chose

I must love being nothing. How horrible it would be if I were something! I must love my nothingness, love being a nothingness. I must love with that part of the soul which is on the other side of the curtain, for the part of the soul which is perceptible to consciousness cannot love nothingness. It has a horror of it. Though it may think it loves nothingness, what it really loves is something other than nothingness.

Travail : sentir tout en soi-même l'existence du monde.

And drawers started opening in my brain, drawers I hadn't opened in years, and I was slamming them shut again but bits of memory kept coming, a voice here, a scream there.