Quotes About Consciousness

So the tiresome minutes and decades of minutes dragged away, until at last our tense forms filmed over with a dulled consciousness

You will banish me from your visions and I shall dissolve into the nothingness out of which you made me...

Rien n'existe. Tout n'est que rêve. Dieu, l'humanité, le soleil, la lune, la nature des étoiles. Un rêve, un simple rêve. Rien n'existe. Il n'y a que le vide. Et vous... Et vous n'êtes même pas vous. Vous n'avez ni corps, ni sang, ni os, vous n'êtes qu'une pensée.

Start living right here, in each present moment. When we stop dwelling on the past or worrying about the future, we're open to rich sources of information we've been missing out on—information that can keep us out of the downward spiral and poised for a richer life.

In mindfulness, we start to see the world as it is, not as we expect it to be, how we want it to be, or what we fear it might become. These

One forgets that one is one. I must try to remember this.

Of course real horror does not depend upon the melodrama of shadows or even the conspiracies of night.

How do we remember this emptiness so in fullness we won't forget?

Known some call is air am.

The inner labyrinth of the psyche . . .

La maison de Navidson peut-elle exister sans qu'on en fasse l'expérience ?

I'm seeing now, not remembering but something else . . .

The house, the halls, and the rooms all become the self—collapsing, expanding, tilting, closing, but always in perfect relation to the mental state of the individual.

It's impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it. Usually, we walk around constantly believing ourselves. I'm okay, we say. I'm alright. But sometimes the truth arrives on you, and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer - it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.

His eyes did not do anything that shock normally describes. No snapping, no slapping, no jolt. Those things happen when you wake from a bad dream, not when you wake into one.

Un ojo abierto, el otro soñando.

Don't think, I told myself. Think nothingness. But even nothingness was something. It was a thought.

No snapping, slapping, no jolt. Those things happen when you wake from a bad dream, not when you wake into one.

One eye open. One still in a dream

i'm haunted by humans

The only truth I truly know is that I am haunted by humans.

If nothing else, the old man would die like a human. Or at least with the thought that he was a human.

Certo che sei reale», leggo, «come lo è qualunque pensiero, qualunque storia. Diventa tutto reale quando tu ci sei dentro.»