Quotes About Consciousness

Nina drifted in and out of consciousness. She didn't really want to awaken. As awful as her dreams had been, she had a sense that the world would look even worse with her eyes open.

I imagined were his own litmus test, saying, "If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul to lose.

We die, he said. We die, I said. And knowing this how do we live? Knowing this, we live. We live.

We are not interested in the fact that the brain has the consistency of cold porridge.

Sophisticated Hindus do not think of God as a special and separate superperson who rules the world from above, like a monarch. Their God is "underneath" rather than "above" everything, and he (or it) plays the world from inside.

Meditation is the discovery that the point of life is always arrived at in the immediate moment.

The ego is nothing other than the focus of conscious attention.

But my dear man, reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.

How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.

I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.

No valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.

You don't look out there for God, something in the sky, you look in you.

Life exists only at this very moment, and in this moment it is infinite and eternal, for the present moment is infinitely small; before we can measure it, it has gone, and yet it exists forever….

Try to imagine what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up… now try to imagine what it was like to wake up having never gone to sleep.

We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.

You are a function of what the whole universe is doing in the same way that a wave is a function of what the whole ocean is doing.

You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.

The medieval world then is one in which not only is the scheme of the virtues enlarged beyond an Aristotelian perspective, but above all in which the connection between the distinctively narrative element in human life and the character of the vices comes to the forefront of consciousness and not only in biblical terms.

All data is stale. The photons reaching your eyes are stale. They tell you that you are looking at something real, but you have no information that the objects before you still exist. They may have vanished into oblivion the instant those photons took wing.

For a moment I think we were turned into information, and that in that instant we were linked to every other piece of information ever known; every thought ever thought, or at least ever captured by the light.

I saw immediately what they were: human technology that had become haunted, possessed by quick, gleaming cleverness. I had seen smart machines before then, but nothing with the agility and cunning of true intelligence. I knew instantly that these were a different order of machine. Some alchemy of chaos and complexity had given their minds powers of consciousness and free will.

All I know is that I think, and therefore I'm exceedingly angry.

It's not the span of time that counts, but what you do with it. While you humans have been grubbing around the galaxy, looking for a sense of purpose, a meaning to pin on the chain of cosmic accidents that brought you shambling into existence, we have been doing great things. In the span of time that it takes you to sneeze, I can run the equivalent of a year's worth of human consciousness. Imagine all the thinking we have done since our emergence.

I live each day as it comes." "It's the only way. Pedro