Quotes About Consciousness

Just as reflection disappears to the extent that thought and action take the form of automatic habits, it awakes only when accepted habits become disorganized.

It is true that we take it as evident that social life depends upon its material foundation and bears its mark, just as the mental life of an individual depends upon his nervous system and in fact his whole organism. But collective consciousness is something more than a mere epiphenomenon of its morphological basis, just as individual consciousness is something more than a simple efflorescence of the nervous system.

Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.

The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside.... The Brain is just the weight of God— For—Heft them—Pound for Pound— And they will differ—if they do— As Syllable from Sound.

It is this outer reach of existential abnegation – the moment where subjective identity deserts itself and becomes enslaved without consciousness of its subjugated condition – that Mirbeau consistently sought to decry with horror.

I am really here. Yet I know I am not. I am inside something that must be buried in my head. I am layers deep in my own brain.

I have woken up inside one of my own memories. I am really here, yet I know I am not.

I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

Except Thyself may beThine Enemy—Captivity is Consciousness—So's Liberty.

Pain—has an Element of Blank—It cannot recollectWhen it begun—or if there wereA time when it was not—

By first KNOWING that this power does exist, then using it with absolute confidence, you soon become wholly conscious of it. You soon know that it is all-inclusive in and through you. If you will but let it flow, it will rush to you in every instance. It flows to you as you let it flow from you. Stand forth as God and give it out. This is God your Father in you and you and your Father are one. Not servants but SONS, Sons of First Primal Cause. All that I AM has, is yours; for you are I AM.

When we speak of God, we speak of one and all, for all, in all, through all and of all.

The conscious mind must seek and want the spirit in order to learn the power of the spirit.

There is but one way to be one with the power of God and that is consciously to contact God. This cannot be done in the without, for God manifests from within. `The Lord is in His holy temple; let all the earth keep silent before Him.' Only as we turn from the without to the silence of

First as an ideal planted in the soil of our soul- the central part where God is- held in mind as the perfect ideal, then brought forth or born as the perfect child, the Christ consciousness.

Man, a wild beast, cousin of the gorilla, has emerged from the profound darkness of animal instinct into the light of the mind, which explains in a wholly natural way all his past mistakes and partially consoles us for his present errors.

There is not a Negro alive who does not have this rage in his blood–one has the choice, merely, of living with it consciously or surrendering to it. As for me, this fever has recurred in me, and does, and will until the day I die.

We now know too much about matter to be materialists.

How quickly a truly benevolent act is repaid by the consciousness of having done it.

What is a feeling if not a world in a whole thought?

No matter how dreamlike a love I have found myself in, no matter how delightfully drunk I have been, in my heart I was always aware that my family consisted of only one other person. The space that cannot be filled, no matter how cheerfully a child and an old person are living together—the deathly silence that, panting in a corner of the room, pushes its way in like a shudder. I felt it very early, although no one told me about it.

No matter what, I want to continue living with the awareness that I will die. Without that, I am not alive. That is what makes the life I have now possible.

There was one thing that always disturbed me profoundly. Sometimes, no matter how intently I would be staring at him, I would have the feeling that Hitoshi wasn't there.