Quotes About Brain

Mental effort moves us into higher gear, activating more vigorous and more analytical brain machinery.

If my brain can ttell the difference between noise and signal, my heart cannot.

Our brain is not cut out for nonlinearities. People think that if, say, two variables are causally linked, then a steady input in one variable should always yield a result in the other one. Our emotional apparatus is designed for linear causality. For

A higher concentration of dopamine appears to lower skepticism and result in greater vulnerability to pattern detection;

Es la misma llamada telefónica, el mismo proceso de computación, el mismo documento legal, el mismo gasto de células cerebrales, el mismo esfuerzo por verificar que la transacción es correcta.

If my brain can tell the difference between noise and signal, my heart cannot.

Our brain is not cut out for nonlinearities. Our emotional apparatus is designed for linear causality. This is why there are routes to success that are nonrandom, but very few people have the mental stamina to follow them.

The implication is that we feel emotions (limbic brain) then find an explanation (neocortex). As

If my brain can tell the difference between noise and signal, my heart cannot. Such

For instance, few realize that we are changing the brains of schoolchildren through medication in order to make them adjust to the curriculum, rather than the reverse.

It was the scarlet letter in another form: the scarlet letter endowed with life. The mother herself - as if the red ignominy were so deeply scorched into her brain that all her conceptions assumed its form - had carefully wrought out the similitude, lavishing many hours of morbid ingenuity to create an analogy between the object of her affection and the emblem of her guilt and torture.

Whether consciousness is implanted in us by something divine, or whether it is created by the efforts of our brains, the end result is the same. We are.

Qu'est-ce que le cerveau humain, sinon un palimpseste immense et naturel?

i am with the roots of flowers entwined, entombed sending up my passionate blossoms as a flight of rockets and argument; wine churls my throat, above me feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky clutching photographs of the planets, but i seek only music and the leisure of my pain

According to the latest scientific study it takes 325 years for the last brain cell to pop. Now I realize that most of the girls I met in bars and brought home with me were lying about their age.

Evolution has provided the human brain with marvelous tools for detecting and resolving fast-moving, clearly visible, small-scale, near-future risks. By the same token, the brain is easily overwhelmed by slow, abstract, large, long-term problems.

My mind seems to have become a kind of machine for grinding general laws out of large collections of facts, but why this should have caused the atrophy of that part of the brain alone, on which the higher tastes depend, I cannot conceive.

If I had my life over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once a week; for perhaps the parts of my brain now atrophied would have thus been kept active through use. The loss of these tastes is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature.

Why is thought being a secretion of brain, more wonderful than gravity a property of matter? It is our arrogance, our admiration of ourselves.

Here I am, at your service, Madame Idleness, waiting for any suggestion it may please you to put in my weary brain, as a means to pass this dull, cloudy Sunday afternoon.

They contained enchanted sigils, providing limited protection against extradimensional brain eaters, zombies, and targeted social media ads.

How curiously we are made. … The needle of life writes in the wax of the brain, and the record is our memories. Does the needle lift from the wax and leave no record? Or does a fog come down? What can we say? Do you know, I think the miracle is not that we sometimes can forget, but that we remember so much, so well. [Luther Grandison]

Creativity isn't the only way we strive to matter and gain power, but it's the most functional, sensible way. It doesn't require greed or jealousy, envy or outright violence, all of which can be highly effective, if immensely damaging, methods for gaining power. But these don't reveal a fit brain. Creativity does. It is the most impressive way to earn the attention of others. And thankfully, over the long haul, it works;

Does anything show the complexity of the miraculous brain more than that weird curiosity, the sleep-protection dream?