Franz Kafka Quotes

Because our entire universe is made up of consciousness, we never really experience the universe directly we just experience our consciousness of the universe, our perception of it, so right, our only universe is perception.

We bring about a world in consciousness that is partly what is given, and partly what we bring, something that comes into being through this particular conjunction and no other. And the key to this is the kind of attention we pay to the world.

Our perceiving self is nowhere to be found in the world-picture, because it itself is the world-picture.

All science is experiential; but all experience must be related back to and derives its its validity from the conditions and context of consciousness in which it arises, i.e., the totality of our nature.

There's certainly nothing original about the observation that conscious experience poses a hard problem.

You're looking at a different me than I'm looking at.

I think generally I'm kind of interested in subjective experience, what goes on inside someone's head, that being all they really know of the world.

Without consciousness, space and time are nothing.

All experience is subjective.

The forms of my awareness are richer than yours.

I am not what I think. I am thinking what I think.

Dreaming or awake, we perceive only events that have meaning to us.

The human dilemma is that which arises out of a man's capacity to experience himself as both subject and object at the same time.

What is the truth? Is it what you experience? Is it what I experience? Or is there some objective truth in between?

When people don't understand what they're watching, a lot of what they perceive has to do with who they themselves are.

If you look at all the notions we accept about who we are, you find that they are all based upon our perceptual experiences.

Odd as it may seem, I am my remembering self, and the experiencing self, who does my living, is like a stranger to me.

Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystalize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand days. It is silent and elusive, refusing to be damned and dripped out day by day; it swirls through the mind while an entire lifetime can ride like foam on the deceptive, transparent waves and get sprayed onto the conciousness at ragged, unexpected intervals.

If I speak of myself in different ways, that is because I look at myself in different ways.

I'm very interested in the question of how we perceive something, how consciousness goes from one thing, like looking at you in your black hat to what it might mean to my imagination and how I would draw that or write that, how I would subjectify you? It's something that is endlessly interesting to me.

Sense-perceptions can only be indirect knowledge, and not direct knowledge. Only one's own awareness is direct knowledge.

I can myself conceive of nothing else than the experienced.

Your mind makes out the orange by seeing it, hearing it, touching it, smelling it, tasting it and thinking about it but without this mind, you call it, the orange would not be seen or heard or smelled or tasted or even mentally noticed, it's actually, that orange, depending on your mind to exist! Don't you see that? By itself it's a no-thing, it's really mental, it's seen only of your mind. In other words it's empty and awake.

All phenomena of which we are aware take place in our own minds, and therefore the only thing we have to look at is the mind; which is a more constant quantity over all the species of humanity than is generally supposed.

Man is not what he believes himself to be in his conscious decisions.