Quotes About Consciousness

Every mind which has given itself to self-expression in art is aware of a directing agency outside its conscious control which it has agreed to label 'inspiration'.

You can't just buy things for the label - it's ridiculous.

What gives us the right to violate the bodies and minds of other feeling beings? -Henry Spira

Vrijheid betekent niet alleen doen wat je wilt, maar ook weten wat je doet, vrijheid betekent overtuigingen hebben en daarnaar handelen. Anders blijft alleen onwetendheid over, een toestand waarin we ons opwinden over onbelangrijke zaken en in alle gemoedsrust dingen accepteren die gruwelijk zijn.

The truth is, words are never accidental. To be sure, there are times we utter careless words, but even then those words are first formed in our minds, filtered to our hearts, and then given permission to come out of our lips. So in our quest to use our words in ways that are good and honor God, we must first consider the heart and mind from which they come.

We can say this much, however: a normal [inner] conflict can be entirely conscious; a neurotic conflict in all its essential elements is always unconscious. Even though a normal person may be unaware of his conflict, he can recognize it with comparatively little help, while the essential tendencies producing a neurotic conflict are deeply repressed and can be unearthed only against great resistance.

In the phrase ' human being,' the word 'being' is much more important than the word 'human.'

Every bit of life comes with instructions, when we are attentive enough to notice.

No matter how people try to dispute it, perception is reality. Its what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.

The power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize.

When a man first awakens, it sometimes takes several moments before he starts thinking clearly." "And here I thought it took several years, perhaps a lifetime for the average man's intellect to kick in.

But it seems Ive got this set of scales inside me that I never used to have, or at least I wasnt aware of, and I cant shake the feeling that if I dont try to keep them balanced, Ill lose something I wont be able to get back.

Why did you laugh right before you lost consciousness." "Death's an adventure. I lived big. Rigor mortis makes your face stick. So, who knew how to thaw me?" "Death's an insult." "At least an affront," I agree.

Sometimes, I worry that there's not enough room in my brain for both my dreams and reality, that I'm a hard drive with limited gigabytes and one day I won't be able to maintain the firewall between them.

This moment is perfect. And it's all we ever have. This moment, right now. We're fools if we fail to cram all the living and loving we can possibly do into each and every one.

There are many realities pocketed away in the one we call our own. Most go blindly about their lives and never see beyond the ends of their noses.

You must be meticulous about the thoughts you send out into the universe. It's listening.

That's why I remember every single thing I've done, stare at myself in a mirror and meet those eyes that have screwed up, fully aware of my failings, because the day I let myself forget them is the day I could start doing them all over again.

It's not my fault who I am. The only thing that's my fault is what I choose to do with it.

This moment is perfect. And it's all we ever have. This moment, right now. We're fools if we fail to cram all the living and loving we can possibly do into each and every one.

I just go with it, focus on whichever feeling I have most often and try to keep my mouth shut when it's the other. But most folks got Id and Ego living on different floors in their head's house, in different rooms, and they've locked all the doors between them, and nailed sheets of plywood over that, because they think they're, like, sworn enemies that can't hang together.

It's not easy to remember what you are every single bloody fucking second.

Who can say what the dead do or do not know? Perhaps the knowledge of one's death, ceaselessly swallowed, is the very food you need to become a ghost.

Time, as our species has lived it on this planet, will cease to exist. No more dark/light binary. No more active red daytime, blue evening dissolving. No longer is sunshine the coagulant of consciousness, causing us to clot into personalities, to cohere once more on our pillows each morning.