Quotes About Consciousness

In cio', ci allineiamo, non si sa quanto consapevoli, a un'idea di fondo, squisitamente barbara, che in teoria non condividiamo, ma in realta' pratichiamo senza nessuna difficolta': il senso delle cose non alberga in un loro tratto originario e autentico, ma nella traccia che da esse sprigiona quando entrano in connessione con altri pezzi di mondo.

Denial has no survival value.' If you're going to play, you have to at least recognize what the game is.

I read Reinhold Niebuhr's Moral Man and Immoral Society, where Niebuhr talked about how the baser self has to deceive the better self to get the better self's buy-in for behavior it would never otherwise agree to.

Barry Eisler

Barry Eisler

I was surprised at how much the genuine clothes made me feel like a monk. I would remember that—that the details mattered, not just in how you looked, but in how you felt, in the kind of unconscious vibe you emanated and that people might key on one way or the other.

no patience for anyone who enjoys meat but moans about slaughterhouses, who wears cheap clothes but deplores sweatshops, who weeps about climate change from behind the wheel of an SUV or from the window seat of an airplane.

With the loss of self-consciousness, the landscape opens.

The truth, one tends to think, is that all of us, drunk or sober, sedated or not, aggrieved or manic, live consciously or unconsciously within this maelstrom, which no one really wants to risk shutting down.

the possibilities in all this are so extensive that to gather it all under one name, Homo sapiens, borders on absurdity.

So even before your eyes are more than half open—long before you've had your first cup of coffee—you've made a dozen choices or more. But they don't count, really, as choices. You could have done otherwise, but you never gave it a thought.

simply by being aware of the process we can anticipate its effects, and therefore be less disappointed when it comes. This means that when we are making decisions, we should think about how each of the options will feel not just tomorrow, but months or even years later.

I am new to playing but it has seemed to me like dreaming. The player is himself and another. When he looks at the others in the play he knows he is part of their dreaming just as they are part of his. From this come thoughts and words that outside the play he would not readily admit to his mind.

In spite of having no body they stand and move, think and talk; in short, it's as if their naked souls were walking about clad in the semblance of their bodies.

That is, by showing what happens after death, the texts emphasize what matters in life, providing insight into the purpose, meaning, and goals of human existence so as to encourage certain ways of being and living in the world: attitudes, dispositions, priorities, commitments, life choices, beliefs, practices, public activities, relationships—in fact, almost everything involved with being a sentient and conscious human being.

just a moment his own consciousness had plunged through his daddy's darkness to an incomprehensible word much more frightening than DIVORCE, and that word was SUICIDE.

And so thinking, she slipped not into sleep, but into that umbilical cord which connects sleeping and waking.

Remember that seeing is believing puts the cart before the horse. Art is the concrete artifact of faith and expectation, the realization of a world that would otherwise be little more than a veil of pointless consciousness stretched over a gulf of mystery.

I believe in my consciousness and my unconscious, even though I don't know what those things are.

And there he would either be mercifully annihilated or live forever, insane and yet conscious inside It's homicidal endless formless hungry being.

I think tempus est umbra in mente is a better one. Roughly translated, it means time is a shadow in the mind.

I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my mind.

tempus est umbra in mente

There's little good in sedentary small towns. Mostly indifference spiced with an occasional vapid evil – or worse, a conscious one.