Quotes About Consciousness

I stretched out my arms and laid my palms on the earth, and, yes, the rocking persisted, the rocking of the island as it sailed through the sea and the night bearing into the future its freight of gulls and sparrows and fleas and apes and castaways, all unconscious now, save me. I fell asleep smiling.

To thinking, cogitation, I oppose fullness, embodiedness, the sensation of being – not a consciousness of yourself as a kind of ghostly reasoning machine thinking thoughts, but on the contrary the sensation – a heavily affective sensation – of being a body with limbs that have extension in space, of being alive to the world.

La historia carece de vida a menos que le proporciones un hogar en tu conciencia

as to who among us is a ghost and who not I have nothing to say: it is a question we can only stare at in silence, like a

No se veía como un cuerpo pesado que va dejando un rastro, sino como algo parecido a una partícula liviana sobre la superficie de una tierra demasiado dormida como para notar el rasguño de las patas de las hormigas, el mordisqueo de las mariposas, el revoloteo del polvo.

Ponekad se pitam, re?e, kako bi bilo da Božja stvorenja nemaju sna. Kad bismo ?itav život provodili budni, da li bi nas to u?inilo boljim ljudima ili gorim?

Para ellos, en cambio, soy especial. No tengo conciencia, o bien tengo demasiada, no consiguen decidirse.

Yo tengo ganas de decirles que la conciencia se te come hasta que no queda nada de ti, como una araña que se come a una avispa, o una avispa que se come a una araña, nunca me acuerdo de cómo va, y solo queda la carcasa.

An intellectual apparatus marked by a conscious knowledge of its insufficiency is an evolutionary aberration.

I must not fall asleep in the middle of my life.

La nuit, tout sent bon, disait Mondo. C'est parce qu'on ne voit pas, disait Thi Chin. on sent mieux, et on entend mieux quand on ne voit pas.

people in heaven will not be denied the privilege of enjoying their life just because they're consciously aware of hell. If they couldn't, then hell would have veto power over heaven.

He screamed for all he had lost...screamed for the half male he was...screamed for Jane...screamed for who his parents were and what he wished for his sister...screamed for what he had forced his best friend to do...He screamed, and screamed until there was no breath, no consciousness, no nothing. No past or present. Not even himself anymore. And in the midst of the chaos, in the strangest way, he became free.

Vishous screamed. The only thing that was louder was the pop as the hip was relocated, as it were. And the last thing he saw before he checked out of the Conscious Inn & Suites was Jane's head whipping around in a panic. In her eyes was stark terror, as if the single worst thing that she could imagine was him in agony... And that was when he knew that he still loved her.

Sister, he murmured, not as an inquiry, but a statement of fact. Brother mine, she groaned... before her consciousness slipped from her grasp and she drifted away. But she would come back to him. One way or the other, she would not leave her twin ever again.

This was the gift of recovery, he thought. The ability to be here in this moment with the female he loved and be fully aware, fully awake, fully present. Undiluted.

You should always know who you are, he thought. And who you aren

Ci fu un silenzio tonante, ma solo nella stanza. Nella testa tatuata? Il suo cervello era attivissimo, ogni tipo di pensiero e immagine tormentavano la sua coscienza, era come se la sua materia grigia fosse diventata una scimmia e stesse lanciando merda per tutta la gabbia.

I sometimes wonder . . ." She shrugged. "I mean, what if everyone's lied about death? What if there is no Fade, but instead you're just stuck in your body forever, conscious but unable to move?" Great. She'd wanted to try to lighten the mood. Nice. Try. "Well, bodies do . . ." He cleared his throat. "You know, rot.

There were times in life when the aperture of your attention span narrowed to such a tight focus that your entire consciousness rested upon a single person.

He was well aware of when she fell asleep—her breathing changed and her leg twitched from time to time. He wondered if she was kicking him in the ass in her dreams.

Cuando uno está inconsciente, o sedado, o a punto de llamar a las puertas del Ocaso, la perspectiva es diferente. Y la noción del tiempo cambia, como cambian las prioridades, la idea de lo que de verdad importa o no importa.

If instead of saying, "I'm going to do this trade," you say, "I'm going to watch myself do this trade," all of a sudden you find that the process is a lot easier.

Eckhart is saying that once we become empty of all the dross within, God the Mystery can do nothing but rush in to fill the vacuum of our absence. It is up to each one of us to choose between suffocating in the vortex of the limited, knowable self, or instead to cut the cords which bind, and let ourselves drift out into, and be, the vast, incomprehensible sea of Being itself.