Quotes About Consciousness

Better to be an animal than a man, an insect than an animal, a plant than an insect, and so on. Salvation? Whatever diminishes the kingdom of consciousness and compromises its supremacy.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

If we could sleep twenty-four hours a day, we would soon return to the primordial slime, the beatitude of that perfect torpor before Genesis-the dream of every consciousness sick of itself.

Not one moment when I have not been conscious of being outside Paradise.

Three in the morning. I realize this second, then this one, then the next: I draw up the balance sheet for each minute. And why all this? Because I was born. It is a special type of sleeplessness that produces the indictment of birth.

Sunt convins c? nu sunt absolut nimic în univers, dar simt c? singura existen?? real? este a mea.

The more one is obsessed with God, the less one is innocent. Nobody bothered about him in paradise. The fall brought about this divine torture. It's not possible to be conscious of divinity without guilt. Thus God is rarely to be found in an innocent soul.

A conscious fruit fly would have to confront exactly the same difficulties, the same kind of insoluble problems as man.

It is our discomforts which provoke, which create consciousness; their task accomplished, they weaken and disappear one after the other. Consciousness however remains and survives them, without recalling what it owes to them, without even ever having known. Hence it continually proclaims its autonomy, its sovereignty, even when it loathes itself and would do away with itself.

The sphere of consciousness shrinks in action; no one who acts can lay claim to the universal, for to act is to cling to the properties of being at the expense of being itself, to a form of reality to reality's detriment.

Once we appeal to our most intimate selves, once we begin to labor and to produce, we lay claim to gifts, we become unconscious of our own gaps. No one is in a position to admit that what comes out of his own depths might be worthless. "Self-knowledge"? A contradiction in terms.

What will be the physiognomy of painting, of poetry, of music, in a hundred years? No one can tell. As after the fall of Athens, of Rome, a long pause will intervene, caused by the exhaustion of consciousness itself. Humanity, to rejoin the past, must invent a second naiveté, without which the arts can never begin again.

The state of health is a state of nonsensation, even nonreality. As soon as we cease to suffer, we cease to exist.

For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened. …" No sooner are they open than the drama beings. To look without understanding—that is paradise. Hell, then, would be the place where we understand, where we understand too much. …

CîÅŸtig?m în planul conÅŸtiinÅ£ei ceea ce pierdem în planul existenÅ£ei.

Am avut în toat? viaÅ£a mea o pretenÅ£ie extraordinar?, de a fi omul cel mai lucid pe care l-am cunoscut.

S? zgîlÅ£îi oamenii, s?-i trezeÅŸti din somn, deÅŸi ÅŸtii c? prin asta s?vîrÅŸeÅŸti o crim? ÅŸi c? ar fi de o mie de ori mai bine s?-i laÅŸi s?-ÅŸi vad? de treaba lor, pentru c?, de altfel, cînd se trezesc, n-ai nimic s? le propui...

Nu cunosc pe nimeni mai inutil ÅŸi mai inutilizabil ca mine. E un fapt pe care ar trebui s?-l accept pur ÅŸi simplu,f?r? s? m? consider cîtuÅŸi de puÅ£in mîndru pentru asta. Dac? nu va fi aÅŸa, conÅŸtiinÅ£a inutilit??ii mele nu-mi vaservi la nimic.

C'est d'un type spécial de veilles que dérive la mise en cause de la naissance

The terrifying experience and obsession of death, when preserved in consciousness, becomes ruinous. If you talk about death, you save part of yourself. But at the same time, something of your real self dies, because objectified meanings lose the actuality they have in consciousness.

Ce importanta ar avea însa sa stim pe cine a pierdut, cînd stim prea bine ce a pierdut si unde duce aceasta pierdere.

Superficialitatea ce exist? la sursa unor atare prejudec??i este revolt?toare ÅŸi originea ei livresc? este de natur? a nulifica în conÅŸtiinÅ£a mea toate bibliotecile în faÅ£a unei singure experienÅ£e tr?ite pîn? la margini.

Simt in aceasta clipa ca am enorm de multe lucruri de spus,dar ca nu voi spune nimic,ca voi pastra totul pentru mine,in mine,fiindca nu-i vorba,totodata,decat de o senzatie de plenitudine si de atotcunoastere,fara realitatea plinului si a cunoasterii

De câte ori timpul este suspendat, iar conÈ™tiinÈ›a se epuizeaz? în percepÈ›ia spaÈ›iului, o dispoziÈ›ie eleatic? pune st?pânire pe noi È™i atunci înm?rmurirea lucrurilor anuleaz? amintirile într-o clip? veÈ™nic?. PriveÈ™ti spre tot È™i totul nu pare decât o aÈ™teptare inutil? È™i f?r? de sfârÈ™it.