Quotes About Consciousness

We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.

We think with our body, with its yearnings and its shrinkings and its ghostly walkings.

Blaise has always lived in a dream world. We all live in dream worlds, said Monty.

The past buries the past and must end in silence, but it can be a conscious silence that rests open-eyed.

Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.

Priscilla is in hell. Well, we all are. Life is torture, consciousness is torture. All our little devices are just morphia to stop us from screaming . . . We're each of us screaming away in our own private padded cell.

Mortality itself was my philosophical robe.

Me abraza con fuerza, pero no hay amor ni ternura. Sólo desesperación. Quizá tenga que ver con la conciencia de que me estoy alejando de él, alejándome de este mundo que él quiere que habite: su mundo, el mundo que no compartimos.

You can't lie to your soul.

Awareness is seventy percent of the solution.

He...breathed in heavy gulps of air to prove to himself that he was three-dimensional.

All normal life, Peter, consciously or otherwise, resent domination. If the domination is by an inferior, or by a supposed inferior, the resentment becomes stronger.

There is no right to deny freedom to any object with a mind advanced enough to grasp the concept and desire the state.

I, on the other hand, am a finished product. I absorb electrical energy directly and utilize it with an almost one hundred percent efficiency. I am composed of strong metal, am continuously conscious, and can stand extremes of environment easily. These are facts which, with the self-evident proposition that no being can create another being superior to itself, smashes your silly hypothesis to nothing.

Galaxy! When can a man know he is not a puppet? How can a man know he is not a puppet?

One might accept death reasoningly, with every aspect of the conscious mind, but the body was a brute beast that knew nothing of reason.

All right, Schwartz, tackle my mind now. Go as deep as you want. I was born on Baronn in the Sirius Sector. I lived my life in an atmosphere of anti-Terrestrialism in the formative years, so I can't help what flaws and follies lie at the roots of my subconscious. But look on the surface and tell me if, in my adult years, I have not fought bigotry in myself. Not in others; that would be easy. But in myself, and as hard as I could.

For what could any Entity, conscious of eternal existence, want – but an end?

Si utilizara el ingenio que los buenos espíritus me dieron, entonces diría que esta dama no puede existir, pues ¿qué hombre en su sano juicio llamaría al sueño realidad? Sin embargo yo preferiría no ser cuerdo y prestar crédito a mis ojos hechizados

Dors muttered to him, "Stop studying humanity. Be aware of your surroundings." "I'll try.

A man without weaknesses serves only to make everyone else conscious of his own imperfections. A primitive poet named Tennyson once wrote: 'He is all fault who has no fault at all.

There's no way we can raise a positronic brain one inch above the level of perfect materialism. "We can't, damn it, we can't. Not as long as we don't understand what makes our own brains tick. Not as long as things exist that science can't measure. What is beauty, or goodness, or art, or love, or God? We're forever teetering on the brink of the unknowable, and trying to understand what can't be understood. It's what makes us men.

You are easy to explain – even to you.  You may call yourself a soul if that pleases you, but what you are is a nexus of electromagnetic forces, so arranged that all the interconnections and interrelationships are exactly imitative of those of your brain in your Universe-existence – down to the smallest detail.  Therefore you have your capacity for thought, your memories, your personality.  It still seems to you that you are you.

One by one Man fused with AC, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.