David Bohm Quotes

And wasn't my mind also like another crib in the depths of which I felt I remained ensconced, even in order to watch what was happening outside? When I saw an external object, my awareness that I was seeing it would remain between me and it, lining it with a thin spiritual border that prevented me from ever directly touching its substance; it would volatize in some way before I could make contact with it, just as an incandescent body brought near a wet object never touches its moisture because it is always preceded by a zone of evaporation.

Space is all one space and thought is all one thought, but my mind divides its spaces into spaces into spaces and thoughts into thoughts into thoughts. Like a large condominium. Occasionally I think about the one Space and the one Thought, but usually I don't. Usually I think about my condominium.

The body, then, has a mind of its own. It must follow, then, that the Mind has a body of its own, even if it’s like nothing that we can see around us, or have ever seen.

The divorce of our so-called spiritual life from our daily activities is a fatal dualism.

With brain and body, it's great if you have a connection between the two, but when separated, that leads to a lot of conflict.

We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.

'Lost' seems to be the inverse of 'Air': It explores dispossession and identity by forcing a bunch of people into one invented landscape instead of using many invented landscapes to keep people apart.

Words are mere shadows cast by ideas. But the ideas they represent are real.

We can either grow together or grow apart. At the moment we are growing apart.

My mind can never know my body, although it has become quite friendly with my legs.

It is when we are trapped in incessant streams of compulsive thinking that the universe really disintegrates for us, and we lose the ability to sense the interconnectedness of all that exists.

No separation between the spiritual and the physical. It is all one.

We are not our body, that we have a body, but a body is not who we are. We are that which possesses a body, and that which stands outside of the body, if you please, and exists quite apart and independent from it, and uses the body as a device or tool.

In ordinary life, we are not aware of the unity of all things, but divide the world into separate objects and events. This division is useful and necessary to cope with our everyday environment, but it is not a fundamental feature of reality. It is an abstraction devised by our discriminating and categorising intellect. To believe that our abstract concepts of separate 'things' and 'events' are realities of nature is an illusion.

To separate mind from body doesn't make any sense.

In the space which thought creates around itself there is no love. This space divides man from man.

The best way to think about reality, I had decided, was to get as far away from it as possible.

Music is indivisible. The dualism of feeling and thinking must be resolved to a state of unity in which one thinks with the heart and feels with the brain.

We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars.

The mental never influences the physical. It is always the physical that modifies the mental, and when we think that the mind is diseased, it is always an illusion.

You can't separate the mind and body. It's impossible.

The science and technology of how this life functions and what we can do with it, is what we refer to as yoga.

We disjoint the mind like the body.

There is an objective reality in which my body and mind are one. But I am not here and never have been.