Quotes About Subconscious

For the root of genius is in the unconscious, not the conscious, mind. It is not by weighing, balancing, trimming, expanding with conscious intention, that an excellent piece of art is born. It takes its shape and has its origin outside the region of the conscious intellect. There is much that the conscious can do, but it cannot provide you with genius, or with the talent that is genius' second cousin.

my subconscious so full it must spill over

Intuition is just your subconscious putting together subtle clues and coming to a conclusion that your conscious mind hasn't quite reached. Since

When you have to do an activity consciously, you are slow and inefficient. Unconscious subroutines programmed in are just the opposite, fast and efficient. But in many cases, learned activities that become part of your unconscious wiring can no longer be accessed by your conscious mind.

Contrary to fiction, you can't hypnotize someone to commit armed robbery, or jump off a building, against their will. A person can only be hypnotized to do something they would already be willing to do otherwise. Same with this. We can strengthen a tendency, put a thought into your sleeping head, but it can't contradict how you feel consciously.

Intuition is just your subconscious putting together subtle clues and coming to a conclusion that your conscious mind hasn't quite reached.

Most of what is shaping you in the course of your reading you will not be able to remember. The most formative years of my life were the first five, and if those years were to be evaluated on the basis of my ability to pass a test on them, the conclusion would be that nothing important happened then, which would be false. The fact that you can't remember things doesn't mean that you haven't been shaped by them.

People come and go in life, but they never leave your dreams. Once they're in your subconscious, they are immortal.

My best dreams and worst nightmares have the same people in them.

I've always connected with music. Life's not always what you see; it's what going on in your head. Music is what comes out of your subconscious.

The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life-the terror of art.

That, I realized, is the great beauty of dreams: the devil may inevitably find a way to jerk you off, but you can always wake up before he makes you cum.

A growing body of research suggests that as little as 5 percent of our behaviors are consciously self-directed. We are creatures of habit and as much as 95 percent of what we do occurs automatically or in reaction to a demand or an anxiety.

So many dreams are crowding upon me now that I can scarcely tell true from false: dreams like light imprisoned in bright mineral caves; hot, heavy dreams; ice-age dreams; dreams like machines in the head.

She herself did not seem quite real. She was pale and almost transparent, the victim I used for my own enjoyment in dreams.

This was when Geryon liked to plan his autobiography; in that blurred state, between awake and asleep. When too many intake values are open in the soul, like the terrestrial crust of the earth.

Poetry, after all, milks the unconscious.

Most of what we do daily exists in automatic processing. We have habits and defaults that we rarely examine, from gripping a pencil to swerving to avoid an auto accident. The challenge is not to change the way our brains operate but to figure out how to work within the limitations of the brains we already have.

Maybe subconsciously I've kept activism separate from acting because it's important to me in a more profound way.

Our brain is essentially programmed to enjoy carbohydrates because they give us a sense of fullness and a rush of pleasure. When people go on low-carb diets, they start to almost subconsciously experience distress from eating carbohydrates.

Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.

Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.        

Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace.

At other times I wake up from the half sleep I'd fallen into, and hazy images with poetical and unpredictable colours play out their silent show to my inattention.