Quotes About Consciousness

Taking a moment here and there to check yourself will allow you to understand your mood before it sets the tone for the rest of your day.

It's harder to get outside your own head than you think.

A coin uncounted is a wasted coin. A moment uncounted is a moment that never was.

What am I?...I say so inasmuch as I am the memory of all my past moments, the sum of everything I remember. If I say I in the sense of that something that is here at this moment and is not the mainmast or the coral, then I am the sum of what I feel now. But what is what I feel now? It is the sum of those relations between presumed indivisibles that have been arranged in that system of relations in that special order that is my body.

Nebulat ergo cogito.

Every thing thinks, but according to its complexity. If this is so, then stones also think...and this stone thinks only I stone, I stone, I stone. But perhaps it cannot even say I. It thinks: Stone, stone, stone... God enjoys being All, as this stone enjoys being almost nothing, but since it knows no other way of being, it is pleased with its own way, eternally satisfied with itself.

La nostra identità non è fatta solo delle cose che ricordiamo, ma anche di ciò che riusciamo a dimenticare.

Un vis este o scriptur?, È™i multe scripturi nu sunt altceva decât vise.

You act, and you know why you act, but you don't know why you know that you know what you do.

EÄŸer doÄŸru anl?yorsam, bir ÅŸey yap?yorsunuz ve niçin yapt???n?z? biliyorsunuz, ama ne yapt???n?z?, niçin bildiÄŸinizi bilmiyorsunuz.

Mant???n evrensel bir silah olduÄŸuna inanm??t?m her zaman; ÅŸimdiyse mant???n geçerliÄŸinin onun nas?l kullan?ld???na baÄŸl? olduÄŸunun bilincine var?yordum.

La raíz es Aum o Um, que por lo demás es el Om budista, es el nombre de Dios en la lengua adámica. Um es una sílaba que, debidamente pronunciada, se convierte en un mantra poderosísimo y provoca en la psique corrientes fluídicas de armonía a través de la siakra o Plexo Frontal.

Millions of ideas, constantly changing and shifting, drifting into consciousness and out again, and all supposedly at random, with no "soul" to direct them! No purpose, no goal, though every materialist was a living determination to destroy the idea of a soul, and of a God who had anything to do with a purely accidental universe! What a strange accident, that men should labor so purposefully to destroy the idea of purpose!

No, there had to be a new set of ideas to account for this creature, which, during a period of nine months, had been repeating the history of life on this planet over a period of many millions of years. It had consciousness, and had—or was—what people called a "soul." It would

the souls of none of them were dead, but only sleeping; now and then they would waken, and these were cruel times.

Rich people never forget they are rich...

To awaken to history was to cease to live instinctively. It was to begin to see oneself and one's group the way the outside world saw one; and it was to know a kind of rage. India was now full of this rage. There had been a general awakening. But everyone awakened first to his own group or community; every group thought itself unique in its awakening; and every group sought to separate its rage from the rage of other groups.

With the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself. This, truly, is the greatest mystery of all.

TWO TOPICS IN brain research always seem to attract geniuses and crackpots. One is consciousness and the other is the question of how language evolved.

The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility.

Tony took a deep breath and deliberately relaxed his body. He used breathing techniques to put himself into a light state of trance. He instructed his conscious mind to let go, to allow his higher self to access directly all he knew about Handy Andy and to answer for him. When he spoke, even his voice was different. The timbre was rougher, the tones deeper. 'I blended in. I took care. I watched and I learned.

Kevin tried not to look at the tautness of her blouse over her breasts. He'd spent years schooling himself out of sexist responses, but it was hard when women's bodies were so present, so attractive, so tempting.

What constitutes the freedom, the soul of an individual life, is its uniqueness. The reflection of the universe in someone's consciousness is the foundation of his or her power, but life only becomes happiness, is only endowed with freedom and meaning when someone exists as a whole world that has never been repeated in all eternity. Only then can they experience the joy of freedom and kindness, finding in others what they have already found in themselves.

What constitutes the freedom, the soul of an individual life, is its uniqueness. The reflection of the universe in someone's consciousness is the foundation of his or her power, but life only becomes happiness, is only endowed with freedom and meaning when someone exists as a whole world that has never been repeated in all eternity. Only then can they experience the joy of freedom and kindness, finding in others what they have already found in themselves.