Unconscious Actions Quotes

The other day, I noticed I'd arranged my spices in alphabetical order when I was on the phone, without even realizing, and when I was a kid I was constantly cleaning and organizing things - my toys, my sister's cosmetics.

Hardly any man is clever enough to know all the evil he does.

Most men are not wicked... They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.

So much of what we do every single day is the result of habits that we have formed over time.

Men best show their character in trifles, where they are not on their guard. It is in the simplest habits, that we often see the boundless egotism which pays no regard to the feelings of others and denies nothing to itself.

Our character is basically a composite of our habits. Because they are consistent, often unconcious patterns, they constantly, daily, express our character.

If you talk in your sleep, don't mention my name. If you walk in your sleep, forget where you came.

Some things become such a part of us that we forget them.

Any action coming out of unconsciousness is sin. The action may look virtuous, but it cannot be. You may create a beautiful facade, a character, a certain virtuousness; you may speak the truth, you may avoid lies; you may try to be moral, and so on and so forth. But if all this is coming from unconsciousness, it is all sin.

Those things which now most engage the attention of men, as politics and the daily routine, are, it is true, vital functions of human society, but should be unconsciously performed, like the corresponding functions of the physical body.

O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.

What's weird is to hear someone else talking about your mannerisms.

One study says that 90 percent of our everyday behavior is based on our habits. . . That means how we treat people, how we spend our money, what we watch, what we listen to - 90 percent of the time, we're on autopilot. We do what we've always done.

How had I managed to tie my boots? I didn’t even remember getting dressed. I was out here in public at the mall. What was I wearing? Jeans. I could feel socks. I had my boots on. I plucked at the edge of my t-shirt and saw it was red. I was wearing Dad’s spare Army jacket, and there was a heavy weight in the right pocket that had to be something deadly.

Not only after two or three centuries, but in a million years, life will still be as it was; life does not change, it remains for ever, following its own laws which do not concern us, or which, at any rate, you will never find out. Migrant birds, cranes for example, fly and fly, and whatever thoughts, high or low, enter their heads, they will still fly and not know why or where. They fly and will continue to fly, whatever philosophers come to life among them; they may philosophize as much as they like, only they will fly.

What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.

We all know what we're doing. Whether we realize it or not.

Like, they know that I have a habit of rubbing my earlobes, I've been doing it since I was two.

The old Greeks dwelt on the tendency of human affairs to drift downwards irresistibly to unhappiness. Guilt - that is, untoward and often involuntary actions - pulls generation after generation heavily as lead down, down, down.

Curious things, habits. People themselves never knew they had them.

Our second mother, habit, is also a good mother.

I pull my eyelashes when I'm tired or thinking - it's a nervous thing.

There are no good or bad habits. All habits are, by definition, bad.

It is our less conscious thoughts and our less conscious actions which mainly mould our lives and the lives of those who spring from us.

To be honest, sometimes I'm horrified because you don't really know what you look like. If I really knew what I was doing on-screen, I would try to stop doing it.