Richelle Mead Quotes

I stick my finger into existence.. it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? What is this thing called the world? What does this word mean?

I do not believe that I am now dreaming, but I cannot prove that I am not.

The very act of questioning whether you exist proves you do, because you must be there for the doubt to be entertained in the first place.

I dream, therefore I exist.

I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis.

One can study what exists and how consciousness functions; but one cannot analyze (or “prove”) existence as such, or consciousness as such. These are irreducible primaries. (An attempt to “prove” them is self-contradict ory: it is an attempt to “prove” existence by means of nonexistence, and consciousness by means of unconsciousness .)

Existence is Identity, Consciousness is Identification.

If all be a Dream, then he doth but dream that he makes the Question; and so it is not much matter that a waking Man should answer him.

Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?

The problem is we think we exist.

Philosophy, which formerly raised man to feel conscious of himself because he was a thinking being and to say, 'I think therefore I am," now raises him to say ... "I think, therefore I am not," (unless he takes thought into consideration only in that humble region where it is confused with action).

I secretly think reality exists so we can speculate about it.

Whether if soul did not exist time would exist or not, is a question that may fairly be asked; for if there cannot be someone to count there cannot be anything that can be counted, so that evidently there cannot be number; for number is either what has been, or what can be, counted.

We have the notion that we exist but we have no way to prove it. 'I am' is the closest foundation we can get.

The world is real. Consciousness is the illusion.

Yet, the Universe is real enough to the conscious beings in it, which are as unreal as it is itself.

Life is but thought.

Einstein said, if everything exists as a substance of qualities, and qualities exist only in mind, then all is mind.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

There is a tendency to seek an objective account of everything before admitting its reality.

It is fun to try figure out the things that really are real and the things that aren't.

'Do not touch ontologically' doesn't mean 'are separated by empirically measurable hard edges.'

I--this thought which is called I--is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.

What I want to know is this: Are the stars gold paper or is the gold paper stars?

The actuality of thought is life.