Quotes about Consciousness
Meaning equals emotion and emotion equals life. Choose consciously and wisely.
— Tony Robbins
Our life experiences area result of where our attention takes us.
— Deepak Chopra
You become what you think about all day long.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Life consists of what man is thinking about all day.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
The problem is that they don't even realize that they're walking a new road every day. They don't see that the fields are new and the seasons change. All they think about is food and water
— Paulo Coelho
It's today I must be living.
— Catherine Marshall
The existence of the moral sense is a signal that there is an ought, something other than, and transcendent over, what is. We will look again at this signal when we examine how.
— James Sire
The New Age operates on the epistemology of ecstasy.
— James Sire
So what is a worldview? Essentially this: A worldview is a commitment, a fundamental orientation of the heart, that can be expressed as a story or in a set of presuppositions (assumptions which may be true, partially true or entirely false) that we hold (consciously or subconsciously, consistently or inconsistently) about the basic constitution of reality, and that provides the foundation on which we live and move and have our being.
— James Sire
We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours.
— Edith Wharton
Each was anxious to play the part fate had allotted to him, and each was dimly conscious of an inability to remain confined in it, and painfully aware that their secret problems would have been unintelligible to most men of their own class and kind.
— Edith Wharton
The invisible world of thought and conduct had been the frequent subject of his musings; but the other, tangible world was close to him too, spreading like a rich populous plain between himself and the distant heights of speculation. The old doubts, the old dissatisfactions, hung on the edge of consciousness; but he was too profoundly Italian not to linger awhile in that atmosphere of careless acquiescence that is so pleasant a medium for the unhampered enjoyment of life. Some day
— Edith Wharton