Quotes About Mind

No hay ser, en el sentido propio del término, sin una experiencia mental espontánea de la vida, sin una sensación de existencia.

It is an evanescent reference state, so continuously and consistently reconstructed that the owner never knows it is being remade unless something goes wrong with the remaking.

Language may not be the source of the self, but it certainly is the source of the "I.

The good news, however, is that the self also has made reason and scientific observation possible, and reason and science, in turn, have been gradually correcting the misleading intuitions prompted by the unaided self. Overcoming

The manifest ownership of mental contents by the integrated organism where they arise is the distinctive trait of a conscious mind.

Othello goes through in his mind before he develops jealousy and anger

All mind is made of images

the process of consciousness itself relies on images.

Although we can thus send our thoughts, it must not be assumed that our minds are as an open book for all to read.

Maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom...is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go.

The only french sentence he could call to mind was a passage which had caused him some trouble in class the previous day. So far as he had been able to judge the translation was: 'the gentleman who wears one green hat approaches himself all of a sudden.

A perverse nature can be stimulated by anything. Any book can be used as a pornographic instrument, even a great work of literature if the mind that so uses it is off-balance. I once found a small boy masturbating in the presence of the Victorian steel-engraving in a family Bible.

A thought is a screen, not a mirror; that is why you live in a thought envelope, untouched by Reality.

Certainty is the culprit. The spiritual person knows uncertainty—a state of mind unknown to the religious fanatic.

When you're on the verge of going insane, raving mad, you're about to become either a psychotic or a mystic.

There is no explanation you can give that would explain away all the sufferings and evil and torture and destruction and hunger in the world! You'll never explain it. You can try gamely with your formulas, religious and otherwise, but you'll never explain it. Because life is a mystery, which means your thinking mind cannot make sense out of it. For that you've got to wake up and then you'll suddenly

Memories cartwheel out of her head & tumble across the floor.

And yet she can tell he is visited by fears so immense, so multiple, that she can almost feel the terror pulsing inside him. As though some beast breathes all the time at the windowpanes of his mind.

The brain is locked in total darkness, of course, children, says the voice. It floats in a clear liquid inside the skull, never in the light. And yet the world it constructs in the mind is full of light.

Where do memories go once we've lost our ability to summon them? It

The mind craves ease; it encourages the senses to recognize symbols, to gloss. It makes maps of our kitchen drawers and neighborhood streets; it fashions a sort of algebra out of life. And this is useful, even essential - X is the route to work, Y is the heft and feel of a nickel between your fingers. Without habit, the beauty of the world would overwhelm us. We'd pass out every time we saw - actually saw - a flower.

His mind, while he works, is almost quiet, almost calm. This is an act of memory.

there comes a point where the pressure of relentless fear perforates rationality and the body moves independently of the mind.

Fog on the sea, fog in the streets, fog in the mind.