Quotes about Consciousness

Swelling, perpetually augmented, there is a vast accumulation of unrecorded matter in my head.

There was a spectator in me who, even while I squirmed and obeyed, remained observant, note taking for some future revision.

Nothing could be seen whole or read from start to finish. What was seen begun - like two friends starting to meet each other across the street - was never seen ended. After twenty minutes the body and mind were like scraps of torn paper tumbling from a sack and, indeed, the process of motoring fast out of London so much resembles the chopping small of identity which precedes unconsciousness and perhaps death itself...

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring, roaring, diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?

All mists curl off the roof of my being.

And as she lost consciousness of outer things, and her name and her personality and her appearance, and whether Mr. Carmichael was there or not, her mind kept throwing up from its depths, scenes, and names, and sayings, and memories and ideas, like a fountain spurting over that glaring, hideously difficult white space, while she modelled it with greens and blues.

The key to growth is the introduction of higher dimensions of consciousness into our awareness.

The words were still in his hearing as just spoken—distinctly in his hearing as ever spoken words had been in his life—when the weary passenger started to the consciousness of daylight, and found that the shadows of the night were gone.

Are not the sane and the insane equal at night as the sane lie a dreaming?

With the Past, as past, I have nothing to do; nor with the Future, as future. I live now...

[Silence] is when we hear inwardly, sound when we hear outwardly.

When we are not sure, we are alive.