Quotes About Consciousness

As in a mirror, he 'looks at himself again and again before performing an action; he looks at himself again and again before saying a word; he looks at himself again and again before harboring a thought.' It can easily be seen that by following such a path a man naturally transforms himself into a kind of living statue made up of awareness, into a figure pervaded by composedness, decorum, and dignity . . .

Marxism did not arise because of the existence of a real social question, but the social question arises — in countless cases — only because Marxism exists, in other words artificially, or in terms that are almost always unsolvable, because of agitators, who are notorious for 'raising class consciousness'.

Against psychoanalysis we should oppose the ideal of an ego which does not abdicate, and which intends to remain conscious, autonomous, and sovereign in the face of the nocturnal and subterranean part of his soul and the demonic character of sexuality. This ego does not feel either 'repressed' or psychotically torn apart, but achieves an equilibrium of all his faculties ordered in accordance with a higher significance of living and acting.

what is elsewhere fragmentary here becomes systematic; what is instinct becomes conscious technique; the spiritual labrynth of those minds that achieve real elation through the workings of some "grace" (since it is only accidentally and by means of suggestions, fears, hopes, and raptures that they discover the right way) is replaced by a calm and uniform light, present even in abysmal depths, and by a method that has no need of external means.

When an ascesis is understood as a technique for the conscious creation of a force that can be applied, in the first place, at any level, then the disciplines taught by the doctrine of awakening can be recognized as those that incorporate the highest degree of crystallinity and independence.

In the process of telling the truth about what you feel or what you see, each of us has to get in touch with himself or herself in a really deep, serious way.

Hers was the generation that would launch the Revolution, but which for the moment was turning blue for want of air. The generation reaching consciousness in a society that lacked any. The generation that despite the consensus that declared change impossible hankered for change all the same.

Nada más excitante (escribió) que salvarse a uno mismo con el simple acto de despertar.

It is true that in a world of high consumption, where anything and everything is possible, nothing is so humanizing as love, and a conscious interest in the life of others, particularly in the life of the oppressed. For love leaves us open to wounding and disappointment.

Breath is the bridge that connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts.

Let's just breathe together until the last breath

Meditation is one attempt! to be above the thinking of the mind, to Realize the inexplicable stage of awareness."

Below our feet and above our eyes Many realties are very much alive

He knew what he'd see; one more slack face, one more pair of eyes that had barely learned to read, one more soul that had stared into itself too long.

He had entered sleep's antechamber, the place where dreams and memories mingled, telling their strange stories; yet part of him was still in the car, listening to the rain.

He felt not so much awake as ejected bodily from sleep; his mind felt beaten clean.

He had entered sleep's antechamber, the place where dreams and memories mingled, telling their strange stories;

Pedacinho por pedacinho, desliguei-a. Vi luzes se apagando uma após a outra. Observei o espaço Cansino retroceder. Primeiro sumiram as galáxias, logo em seguida as estrelas, e então: trevas, somente o fundo das minhas pálpebras.

Yes, know thyself: in great concerns or small,Be this thy care, for this, my friend, is all.

?raa??a ????? ?o?. Mind has no end.

It is only when we silent the blaring sounds of our daily existence that we can finally hear the whispers of truth that life reveals to us, as it stands knocking on the doorsteps of our hearts.

Common sense dictates that any voice you hear inside your head must be just you, thinking; so, if you know it's just you and you know you're basically an idiot, what possesses you to do what the stupid voice tells you?

He could feel himself sliding into sleep, there was a dream already open and waiting for him to fall into it.

Aidi nodded. "Lying to yourself's always a problem," he said.