Quotes About Consciousness

Live right behind your eyes. Listen to yourself.

One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind. —ALPHONSE BERTILLON

No existe misericordia en la Máquina verde; nosotros la creamos, fabricándola en las partes que han superado nuestro elemental cerebro de reptil. No existe el crimen, nosotros lo hemos creado y solo a nosotros nos incumbe.

in the absolute dark she could hear the tiny clicks her eyes made when she blinked.

How it is that anything so remarkable as a state of consciousness comes about as a result of irritating nervous tissue, is just as unaccountable as the appearance of the djinn when Aladdin rubbed his lamp in the story.

I often observe the absurdity of dreams, but never dream of the absurdity of my waking thoughts.

The secret thoughts of a man run over all things, holy, profane, clean, obscene, grave, and light, without shame or blame.

IMAGINATION therefore is nothing but decaying sense; and is found in men, and many other living Creatures, as well sleeping, as waking.

Consciousness of self was an inherent function of matter once it was organized as life, and if that function was enhanced it turned against the organism that bore it, strove to fathom and explain the very phenomenon that produced it, a hope-filled and hopeless striving of life to comprehend itself, as if nature were rummaging to find itself in itself - ultimately to no avail, since nature cannot be reduced to comprehension, nor in the end can life listen to itself.

One always needs to be reminded; one is by no means always in possession of one's whole self. Our consciousness is feeble; only in moments of unusual clarity and vision do we really know about ourselves.

The little hand on time's clock trips away as though measuring seconds; but God knows how much time it is covering when it whisks round heedless of the divisions it passes over! So much is certain, that we have been up here for years. Our brains reel, surely this is an evil dream, though dreamed with nor hashish nor opium; a censor of morals would rebuke us for it.

A man lives not only his personal life, as an individual, but also, consciously or unconsciously, the life of his epoch and his contemporaries.

A human being lives out not only his personal life as an individual, but also, consciously or subconsciously, the lives of his epoch and his contemporaries

Die Freiheit existiert, und auch der Wille existiert; aber die Willensfreiheit existiert nicht, denn ein Wille, der sich auf seine Freiheit richtet, stößt ins Leere.

la conciencia del paso del tiempo, que, ante la monotonía ininterrumpida, corre el riesgo de perderse y que está tan estrechamente emparentada y ligada a la conciencia de la vida que, cuando la una se debilita, es inevitable que la otra sufra también un considerable debilitamiento. Se

What was one day, taken for instance from the moment one sat down to the midday meal to the same moment four-and-twenty hours afterwards? It was, to be sure, four-and-twenty hours—but equally it was the simple sum of nothings.

Spiritul este acela care-l deosebeÈ™te pe om de orice alt? form? de via?? organic? deoarece omul este fiinÈ›a prin excelen?? rupt? de natur?, c?reia i se opune în mod evident.

immerse yourself in the great riddle of this dream of life here on earth. It is as nothing since it ends and dissolves into nothingness. Yet everywhere in this nothingness, quickening it to life, the infinite is at hand!

What we have to be is what we are.

What I wear is pants. What I do is live. How I pray is breathe.

The real purpose of meditation is this: to teach a man how to work himself free of created things and temporal concerns, in which he finds only confusion and sorrow, and enter into a conscious and loving contact with God in which he is disposed to receive from God the help he knows he needs so badly, and to pay to God the praise and honor and thanksgiving and love which it has now become his joy to give.

The world as pure object is something that is not there. It is not a reality outside us for which we exist....It is a living and self-creating mystery of which I am myself a part, to which I am myself, my own unique door.

We do not know we are full of paradise because we are so full of our own noise that we cannot hear God singing us and all things into being.

As soon as one is conscious of the presence of the Master, one must, in all passivity, abandon the work to Him.