Quotes About Brain

Art has been good for my soul. And it's been good for my brain. I think I'm a better painter now than I was a musician growing up. You struggle to see things and translate an image through your hands to a canvas.

When I was detoxing from social media, I realized that I was thinking in status updates. It seemed I had trained my brain to translate everything I experienced throughout the day into 140 characters or less.

We are not born with effective vision. The human infant has to learn how to see. The eyes gather information, they transmit it to the brain, but the brain doesn't know how to process it yet. We learn how to see in a way that's very similar to the way we learn how to speak. It takes a couple of years.

The brain isn't like the heart. They learned how to transplant a heart. The brain is more complex.

Scientists have observed that our brains get better at whatever they practice. This phenomenon is called neuroplasticity. So at this point, however old she is, she's likely mastered the art of the worry brain. Instead, we want her to develop mastery over using her thinking brain to "boss back" the worries.5

When in doubt, use your brain. If yo have one.

I think the sexiest thing on anybody is intelligence. I respect somebody who has a brain and wants to use it more than a pretty face and status.

And you keep them all locked in? These visiting carriers? - They're always watched - But not locked in? The honor is specific to me? - You did try to brain me.

It is the decided opinion of all who use their brains, that all men desire to be happy. But who are happy, or how they become so, these are questions about which the weakness of human understanding stirs endless and angry controversies, in which philosophers have wasted their strength and expended their leisure.

And the rain is brain-coloured, and the thunder is like something remembering something.

And the rain is brain colored, and the thunder sounds like somthing rembering somthing.

There is an urgent need for a radical revision of our current concepts of the nature of consciousness and its relationship to matter and the brain.

According to materialistic science, any memory requires a material substrate, such as the neuronal network in the brain or the DNA molecules of the genes.

Materialistic scientists have not been able to produce any convincing evidence that consciousness is a product of the neurophysiological processes in the brain.

Very few people, including most scientists, realize that we have absolutely no proof that consciousness is actually produced by the brain and not even a remote notion of how something like that could possibly happen. In spite of it, this basic metaphysical assumption remains one of the leading myths of Western materialistic science and has a profound influence on our entire society.

Maia Szalavitz, author of Unbroken Brain: Why Addiction is a Learning Disorder and What to Do About It; neuroscience

We have evidence that autistic people's mirror mechanism is impaired.

The intensity of it simply enters your heart and brain and tears every nerve to pieces.

Like a lawyer, the human brain wants victory, not truth; and, like a lawyer, it is sometimes more admirable for skill than virtue.

Scientific truth is universal, because it is only discovered by the human brain and not made by it, as art is.

Drinks like this tend to get called Traffic Lights or Rainbow's Revenge or, in places where truth is more highly valued, Hello and Good-Bye, Mr. Brain Cell.

?Everything that makes you, you, is a biologically existential expression of your entire brain.

This is the darkness: I have known great storms Scourge the long day - but this is motionless And sterile: this is something featureless The blind brain turning upon drugs and worms. This is the Darkness

Love great first lines and paragraphs. From The Yiddish Policemen's Union: Nine months Landsman's been flopping at the Hotel Zamenhof without any of his fellow residents managing to get themselves murdered. Now somebody has put a bullet in the brain of the occupant of 208, a yid who was calling himself Emanuel Lasker.