Quotes About Consciousness

A human brain is a very odd place to have to live your life. And that's really all I have to say about that.

You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.

It is not so easy to always remember who you are.

What was a person, if not the things they knew and the face they wore?

It appeals to the higher nature of the self to put aside food which once lived - I do not consider myself food, why should I ask all other creatures to consider themselves so?

That's your first hint that something's alive. It says no.

Though any species on any dumb gobworld may develop sentience (the poor bastards), no government ever does'?

A thing too familiar becomes invisible.

Kick-starting the gas-guzzling subcompact go-cart of organic sentience is as easy as shoving it down a hill and watching the whole thing spontaneously explode.

I won't be one of the hundreds telling you that being alive flows like a story you write consciously, deliberately, full of linear narrative, foreshadowing, repetition, motifs. The emotional beats come down where they should, last as long as they should, end where they should, and that should come from somewhere real and natural, not from the tyranny of the theatre, the utter hegemony of fiction.

The body does the living; the shadow does the dreaming.

We always dreamed the same dreams, which was like living twice.

Already, "woke" is a hashtag that's now mocked, when being awake is not a singular revelation but a long-term commitment fueled by constant reevaluation.

Alcoff calls this self-examination "white double-consciousness," which involves seeing "themselves through both the dominant and the nondominant lens, and recognizing the latter as a critical corrective truth.

As I try to move beyond the stereotypes to express my inner consciousness, it's clear that how i am perceived inheres to who i am.

Who is us? What is us? Is there even such a concept as an Asian American consciousness?

But I felt constrained using the voice of an adolescent girl who didn't know enough because I didn't know enough. I was too young then. It was a crisis that swirled around me, rather than cut through me, and yet the riots have weighed on my conscience as a crucible of race relations that this nation failed.

The writer Jeff Chang writes that "I want to love us" but he says that he can't bring himself to do that because he doesn't know who "us" is. I share that uncertainty. Who is us? What is us? Is there even such a concept as an Asian American consciousness?

I've been raised and educated to please white people and this desire to please has become ingrained into my consciousness. Even to declare that I'm writing for myself would still mean I'm writing to a part of me that wants to please white people. I didn't know how to escape it.

Alcoff calls this self-examination "white double-consciousness," which involves seeing "themselves through both the dominant and the nondominant lens, and recognizing the latter as a critical corrective truth." But

Ik adem, en ik beweeg, dus ik leef. Is dat duidelijk? Welke beproevingen ook komen, ik leef.' Hij zoog de borst vol adem en stapte in bed. 'Het is gezien,' mompelde hij, 'het is niet onopgemerkt gebleven.' Hij strekte zich uit en viel in een diepe slaap.

Er gebeuren dingen om ons heen. Maar we merken ze nauwelijks. We zijn doof en blind.

Ik ben een revist, veel en veel meer dan jij. Voor mij zijn de voorstelling en de idee vrijwel even belangrijk en reëel als de tastbare werkelijkheid.

There has come into existence, chiefly in America, a breed of men who claim to be feminists. They imagine that they have understood what women want and that they are capable of giving it to them. They help with the dishes at home and make their own coffee in the office, basking the while in the refulgent consciousness of virtue. Such men are apt to think of the true male feminists as utterly chauvinistic.