Quotes About Consciousness

The universe is non-simultaneously apprehended

I live on Earth at present, and I don't know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing—a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process—an integral function of the universe.

Personal growth will cause a ripple effect as the growth in consciousness of enough people, one by one, can create general change, and lasting social improvements.

When we can trust that it's we who think, feel, and act rather than the ghosts of our parents or well-trained robots, we learn that we can also love, be in relationships, and be in the world without losing ourselves.

I am the miracle.

Let a man avoid evil deeds as a man who loves life avoids poison.

We are shaped by our thoughts. We become what we think.

It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.

The foot feels the foot when it feels the ground.

A jug fills drop by drop The tongue is like a sharp knife kills without drawing blood

All that we are is the result of what we have thought. Theind is everything. What we think we become

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.

What we think, we become

The heavens and the earth may be captured by the mind's eye.

We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought." - Buddha

Your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime.

The mind does not exist unless leagued with the soul

but let Ahab beware of Ahab; beware of thyself, old man.

Do thou, too, live in this world without being of it.

What things real are there, but imponderable thoughts?

Nic nie istnieje samo w sobie. Je?eli si? ?udzicie, ?e poczucie wygody ogarnia ca?? wasza istot? i ?e stan taki trwa od d?u?szego czasu, wtedy nie mo?na ju? o was powiedzie?, ?e jest wam wygodnie. - Ismael, Moby Dick, Herman Melville

Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Methinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.

But, perhaps, to be true philosophers, we mortals should not be conscious of so living or so striving. So soon as I hear that such or such a man gives himself out for a philosopher, I conclude that, like the dyspeptic old woman, he must have broken his digester.