#rob

The highest activities of consciousness have their origins in physical occurrences of the brain just as the loveliest melodies are not too sublime to be expressed by notes. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#consciousness #duality #hard-ai #mind #mind-body-problem

Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave. ↗

— John Green

#leaving #life #problem #life

Life is not easy. We all have problems-even tragedies-to deal with, and luck has nothing to do with it. Bad luck is only the superstitious excuse for those who don't have the wit to deal with the problems of life. ↗

— Joan Lowery Nixon

#life #luck #problems #superstitious #tragedies

She needs a new journal. The one she has is problematic. To get to the present, she needs to page through the past, and when she does, she remembers things, and her new journal entries become, for the most part, reactions to the days she regrets, wants to correct, rewrite. ↗

— Dave Eggers

#life #past #present #problematic #regret

The huge problems we deal with every day are actually really small. We’re so focused on what bothers us that we don’t even try to see our lives from a clearer perspective. ↗

— Susane Colasanti

#perspective #problems #life

It's hell writing and it's hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written. ↗

— Robert Hass

#robert-hass #writing #writing-craft #writing-life #life

The most racking pangs succeeded: a grinding in the bones, deadly nausea, and a horror of the spirit that cannot be exceeded at the hour of birth or death. Then these agonies began swiftly to subside, and I came to myself as if out of a great sickness. There was something strange in my sensations, something indescribably sweet. I felt younger, lighter, happier in body; within I was conscious of a heady recklessness, a current of disordered sensual images running like a millrace in my fancy, a solution of the bonds of obligation, an unknown but innocent freedom of the soul. I knew myself, at the first breath of this new life, to be more wicked, tenfold more wicked, sold a slave to my original evil and the thought, in that moment, braced and delighted me like wine. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#hyde #jekyll #rebirth #robert-louis-stevenson #transformation

At first the music almost repelled me, it was so intense, and this man made no attempt to sugarcoat what he was trying to say, or play. It was hard-core, more than anything I had ever heard. After a few listenings I realized that, on some level, I had found the master, and that following this man's example would be my life's work. ↗

— Eric Clapton

#music #robert-johnson #life

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings. ↗

— John Muir

#fiber #harp #harp-strings #john-muir #life

Christy said. "It's just weird, your seeing him like that. What are you going to do?" "Nothing. What can I do?" "Maybe he'll call you to see if you're okay," Katie said. "No," Christy said, "in the movies he would have told his friend to stop the car, and he would have run back to you with an umbrella and walked you the rest of the way hoe, and you would have made him a pot of tea." Sierra laughed. "I am drinking tea right now," she said. "Maybe my life is a low budget 'B' movie, and all I get is the tea. No hero. No umbrella." "Yeah, well then my life is a class 'Z' movie," Katie said. "No tea. No hero. No umbrella. No plot--" "Yours is more of a mystery," Christy interrupted cheerfully. "The ending will surprise all of us. ↗

— Robin Jones Gunn

#humor #katie-weldon #robin-jones-gunn #sierra-jensen #dreams