Pavlov Quotes

If Pavlov tested his cat he would have failed.

I'm not close to him." He looked at me defiantly. "But he's put his whole life into this. He's no Freud or Jung or Pavlov or Watson, but he's doing something important and I respect his dedication - maybe even more because he's just an ordinary man trying to do a great man's work, while the great men are all busy making bombs.

Tell him solitude is creative if he is strong and the final decisions are made in silent rooms. Tell him to be different from other people if it comes natural and easy being different. Let him have lazy days seeking his deeper motives. Let him seek deep for where he is a born natural. Then he may understand Shakespeare and the Wright brothers, Pasteur, Pavlov, Michael Faraday and free imaginations Bringing changes into a world resenting change. He will be lonely enough to have time for the work he knows as his own.

I didn't know you owned clothes with colors." "I have a few things that aren't black." "Of course you do, darling. Only all the ones I've seen are very small, and I get to take them off with my teeth. You've trained me to salivate at the sight of color, like one of Pavlov's dogs. Your top is making me very hungry.

Do not become a mere recorder of facts, but try and penetrate the mystery of their origin.

His voice worked on me like an aphrodisiac. I was wet and ready. I had been since he began speaking. For two months, I'd been trapped in a Fae-induced sexual frenzy, having constant, incredible sex with him, while listening to his voice, smelling his scent. Like one of Pavlov's dogs, I'd been conditioned by repeated stimuli to have a guaranteed response. My body anticipated, greedily expected pleasure in his presence. I inhaled, caught myself straining for the scent of him, forced it back out, and closed my eyes, as if maybe I could hide behind my own lids from an ironic truth : V'lane and Barrons had swapped roles. I was no longer sexually vulnerable to the death-by-sex Fae Prince. Jericho Barrons was my poison now.

A bell rings and Pavlov's dog has a fucking seizure on the dance floor.

Science is opposed to theological dogmas because science is founded on fact. To me, the universe is simply a great machine which never came into being and never will end. The human being is no exception to the natural order. Man, like the universe, is a machine. Nothing enters our minds or determines our actions which is not directly or indirectly a response to stimuli beating upon our sense organs from without. Owing to the similarity of our construction and the sameness of our environment, we respond in like manner to similar stimuli, and from the concordance of our reactions, understanding is born. In the course of ages, mechanisms of infinite complexity are developed, but what we call 'soul' or 'spirit,' is nothing more than the sum of the functionings of the body. When this functioning ceases, the 'soul' or the 'spirit' ceases likewise. I expressed these ideas long before the behaviorists, led by Pavlov in Russia and by Watson in the United States, proclaimed their new psychology. This apparently mechanistic conception is not antagonistic to an ethical conception of life.

I must endure, fighting the temptation simply to become slack-jawed like most of my school 'peers' (they wish!), who will themselves into a collective, vacant, trancelike state for the duration of each class. (Although I sometimes secretly envy their ability to empty their minds completely for a full fifty minutes, reanimating only at the sound of a bell, like Pavlov's dogs...)

So that's the telephone? They ring, and you run.

Eventually, even Pavlov found that when he heard a bell he had the overwhelming urge to feed a dog.

I'll be Pavlov, you be the dog.

But Pavlov purely for a good purpose. Pavlov for friendliness and trust and compassion. Whereas you prefer to use Pavlov for brainwashing, Pavlov for selling cigarettes and vodka and patriotism. Pavlov for the benefit of dictators, generals and tycoons.

In 1965, a psychologist named Martin Seligman started shocking dogs. He was trying to expand on the research of Pavlov--the guy who could make dogs salivate when they heard a bell ring. Seligman wanted to head in the other direction, and when he rang his bell, instead of providing food, he zapped the dogs with electricity. To keep them still, he restrained them in a harness during the experiment. After they were conditioned, he put these dogs in a big box with a little fence dividing it into two halves. He figured if the dog rang the bell, it would hop over the fence to escape, but it didn't. It just sat there and braced itself. They decided to try shocking the dog after the bell. The dog still just sat there and took it. When they put a dog in the box that had never been shocked before or had previously been allowed to escape and tried to zap it--it jumped the fence. You are just like these dogs. If, over the course of your life, you have experienced crushing defeat or pummeling abuse or loss of control, you convince yourself over time that there is no escape, and if escape is offered, you will not act--you become a nihilist who trusts futility above optimism. Studies of the clinically depressed show that they often give in to defeat and stop trying. . . Any extended period of negative emotions can lead to you giving in to despair and accepting your fate. If you remain alone for a long time, you will decide loneliness is a fact of life and pass up opportunities to hang out with people. The loss of control in any situation can lead to this state. . . Choices, even small ones, can hold back the crushing weight of helplessness, but you can't stop there. You must fight back your behavior and learn to fail with pride. Failing often is the only way to ever get the things you want out of life. Besides death, your destiny is not inescapable.

Science demands from a man all his life. If you had two lives that would not be enough for you. Be passionate in your work and in your searching.

If you want a new idea, read an old book. —attributed to Ivan Pavlov (among others)

Ako moram da padnem, potrudiću se da padnem na odskočnu dasku.

Perfect as the wing of a bird may be, it will never enable the bird to fly if unsupported by the air. Facts are the air of science. Without them a man of science can never rise.

Ako ne možeš da prođeš kroz zid, onda ga preskoči. Ako ne možeš da ga preskočiš, provuci se ispod njega. Ne gledaj na granice koje drugi postavljaju - to su samo ograničenja ograničenih. Ne postavljaj ih ni sebi, jer za posebne ljude ne postoji kraj. Postoji samo večnost. Uhvati je...

Pavlov made another significant discovery: the conditioned reflex could be developed most easily in a quiet laboratory with a minimum of disturbing stimuli. Every trained of animals knows this from his own experience; isolation and the patient repetition of stimuli are required to tame wild animals.

Pavlov was fascinated with the “ideas of the opposite”. Call it a cluster of cells, somewhere on the cortex of the brain. Helping to disintiguish pleasure from pain, light from dark, dominance from submission….but when somehow – starve them, traumatize, castrate them send them over into one of the transmarginal phases, past borders of their waking selves, past equivalent and paradoxical phases – you weaken this idea of the opposite, and here all at once is the paranoid patient, who would be master, yet now feels himself a slave…..who would be loved, but suffers his world’s indifference, and “I think”, Pavlov writing to Janet, “it is precisely the ultraparadoxical phase which is the base of the weakening of the idea of the opposite in our patients. Our madmen, , our paranoid, maniac, schizoid, morally imbecilic. Spectro shakes his head. “You are putting response before stimulus. Not at all. Think about it. He is out there, he can feel them coming, days in advance, but it is a reflex. A reflex to something that is in the air right now, something were too coarsely put together to sense, but Slothrop can.

In a moment of crisis we don't act out of reasoned judgment but on our conditioned reflexes. We may be able to send men to the moon, but we'd better remember we're still closely related to Pavlov's dog. Think about driving a car: only the beginning driver thinks as he performs each action; the seasoned driver's body works kinesthetically . . .A driver prevents an accident because of his conditioned reflexes; hands and feet respond more quickly than thought. I'm convinced the same thing is true in all other kinds of crisis, too. We react to our conditioning built up of every single decision we've made all our lives; who we have used as our mirrors, as our points of reference. If our slow and reasoned decisions are generally wise, those which have to be made quickly are apt to be wise, too. If our reasoned decisions are foolish, so will be those of the sudden situation.

Bez obzira da li je to negde zapisano, znam da ću uspeti. Ako to nije predodređeno, predodrediću, ili ako nije suđeno, ja ću to da uradim. Ako stignem do granice, precrtaću je, ako naiđem na kraj, stvoriću od njega početak.

Why only send one? Send them all. Oh! But send only one a day, at the same time every day. Then he’ll be watching his phone like a hawk every night at 10:00 p.m. He’ll be like Pavlov’s dogs, but happier, with both saliva and a boner.

People are savages. Their civilized behaviour is only a conditioned response.

What do I look like when I’m sleeping?” “You look like forever.

I am pain-stricken to say, that today’s so-called modern humans are all like the dogs in Pavlov’s experiment. Pavlov used a bell to manipulate the mind of his dogs, and today, social media platforms are using people’s own beloved smartphones to manipulate them.

Since Pawlow and his pupils have succeeded in causing the secretion of saliva in the dog by means of optic and acoustic signals, it no longer seems strange to us that what the philosopher terms an 'idea' is a process which can cause chemical changes in the body.

I have a few things that aren't black." "Of course you do darling. Only the ones I've seen are very small, and I get to take them off with my teeth. You've trained me to salivate at the sight of color, like one of Pavlov's dogs. Your top is making me very hungry

The difference between having a job and having a vocation is that a job is some unpleasant work you do in order to make money, with the sole purpose of making money. There are plenty of jobs because there is still a certain amount of dirty work that nobody wants to do, and that therefore they will pay someone to do it. There is essentially less and less of that kind of work because of mechanization. If you do a job with the sole purpose of making money, you are absurd, because if money becomes the goal–and it does if you work that way–you begin increasingly to confuse it with happiness or with pleasure. Yes, one can take a handful of crisp one dollar bills and practically water your mouth over it, but this is a kind of person who is confused like a Pavlov dog, who salivates on the wrong bell.

When Rin Tin Tin first became famous, most dogs in the world would not sit down when asked. Dogs performed duties: they herded sheep, they barked at strangers, they did what dogs do naturally, and people learned to interpret and make use of how they behaved. The idea of a dog's being obedient for the sake of good manners was unheard of. When dogs lived outside, as they usually did on farms and ranches, the etiquette required of them was minimal. But by the 1930s, Americans were leaving farms and moving into urban and suburban areas, bringing dogs along as pets and sharing living quarters with them. At the time, the principles of behavior were still mostly a mystery -- Ivan Pavlov's explication of conditional reflexes, on which much training is based, wasn't even published in an English translation until 1927. If dogs needed to be taught how to behave, people had to be trained to train their dogs. The idea that an ordinary person -- not a dog professional -- could train his own pet was a new idea, which is partly why Rin Tin Tin's performances in movies and onstage were looked upon as extraordinary.

He was perfectly unattainable. The worst kind of torture, yet I just kept falling deeper. I was no longer harnessed to any sort of safe space. I was just falling a little more every day, knowing how much it was going to hurt when it ended.

Duboko verujem da se veličina jednog čoveka ne ogleda u tome koliko ume, zna i može već koliko je spreman da podeli sa onima koji to isto nemaju, ne znaju i ne mogu.

If canines can be conditioned to salivate over nonexistent food, may not men one day be likewise taught to salivate at the prospect of nonexistent facts?

You know you’ve always been my favorite, Ever. Distance didn’t change that.

You will never lose me. There is no world in which I could exist that didn’t have you in it.

Why was I so drawn to a woman who insulted me every time I saw her?

You were always my forever. It just took us a little bit to figure it out.

I’d like to take some self-defense lessons. I wanted to see if you had anyone here at the gym who could train me?” “Did someone fucking touch you?

Trauma is the ultimate thief. It may have robbed your past, but only you can let it rob your future.

My dick instantly springs to life inside my jeans. I can’t help it. When Lucy gets fired up, I get turned on. It’s like some Pavlov’s dog shit.

Pavlov’s dogs will drool at the site of any food, So go ahead and ring the bell, Sing a classical song about it and Then advertises what sells

Ten minutes later she came in with the syringe, the Betadine, and the electric knife. Paul began to scream at once. He was, in a way, like Pavlov’s dogs.

button that third time. Pavlov’s

The first bell rang and like Pavlov's dogs, people started rushing around and filling the halls.

You want me to chase you, sweetheart?” he said, not hiding his sarcasm. “Because I will. If that’s what you need. But I want you in my bed. I want to wrap myself around you and wake up to you in the morning.

Heroji ljubavi, oni pravi, ne pamte se dugo, nisu bitni za istoriju, ali u sebi poseduju nešto vrednije, jače od bilo kog vida herojstva. Njihovi postupci se beleže samo u srcima, opstaju zakopani do poslednjeg otkucaja, što je dovoljno dugo da bi ostali zapamćeni onima zbog kojih su to herojstvo činili. Pravim herojima je to dovoljno.

What is highly arousing for most people causes an HSP to become very frazzled indeed, until they reach a shutdown point called “transmarginal inhibition.” Transmarginal inhibition was first discussed around the turn of the century by the Russian physiologist Ivan Pavlov, who was convinced that the most basic inherited difference among people was how soon they reach this shutdown point and that the quick-to-shut-down have a fundamentally different type of nervous system.

One can truly say that the irresistible progress of natural science since the time of Galileo has made its first halt before the study of the higher parts of the brain, the organ of the most complicated relations of the animal to the external world. And it seems, and not without reason, that now is the really critical moment for natural science; for the brain, in its highest complexity—the human brain—which created and creates natural science, itself becomes the object of this science.

This is us. You and me. You can keep fighting it if you want, and I’ll just be here waiting until you admit what we both know.” He continued kissing down my neck. “And what’s that?” I whispered over a moan. “That when we’re together, we want one another.

The difference between having a job and having a vocation is that a job is some unpleasant work you do in order to make money, with the sole purpose of making money. There are plenty of jobs because there is still a certain amount of dirty work that nobody wants to do, and that therefore they will pay someone to do it. There is essentially less and less of that kind of work because of mechanisation. If you do a job with the sole purpose of making money, you are absurd, because if money becomes the goal–and it does if you work that way–you begin increasingly to confuse it with happiness or with pleasure. Yes, one can take a handful of crisp one dollar bills and practically water your mouth over it, but this is a kind of person who is confused like a Pavlov dog, who salivates on the wrong bell.

I kada vas gađaju kamenjem, guraju u stranu, vuku unazad, vi nastavite. Sledite svoj cilj, polako koračajte, istrpite svaku nedaću i uspeh je neminovan. Onda ćete se osvrnuti, pogledati sve njih, bednike, koji i dalje stoje na istom mestu i rade to isto drugima. Ovog puta, vas će veličati, govoreći da su oni zaslužni za vaš uspeh. Oprostite i sažalite se, neka nisu pomogli, vi ste uspeli, a oni su ostali iza vas.

We play in twelve rounds. The present against me. I lost the previous eleven. Defeat after defeat. And now I am waiting for the last round. The key round. The fact that I did not fall so far gives me more strength. It’s only now that I hope to win, by knock-out, because the fate is too tired from punches that it will eventually fall by itself. And maybe it will fall on knees when it realizes that I am not going to fall.

Sometimes I believe that in life every promise should be taken with suspicion, disbelief, even as a lie because it features knights in the world without knights can not exist. Increasingly it seems that the people make promises lightly, and even easier to not fulfill. I believe that the main task of each of us to make this world a better position, so that all become knights, the swords do not carry it, but the words behind which we stand.

And when you're shooting at rocks, pushed aside, pulled back, you proceed. Follow your goal, slowly walk the, endure any adversity and success is inevitable. Then you look back, look at all of them, the needy, who are still standing in the same place and do the same to others. This time, you will extol, saying that they are responsible for your success. Forgive and feel sorry for yourself, have not helped you succeed, and they were left behind.

To all the dreamers who beat to their own drum… Keep dreaming my friends. We only get one chance at this life, so, dance in the closet, sing in the rain and embrace everything that makes you unique. The brightest lights were never meant to be dimmed. They were meant to light up the room. Hugs & Love, Laura

Pavlov formulated his findings into a general rule in which the speed of learning positively correlated with quiet isolation. The totalitarians have followed this rule. They know they can condition their political victims most quickly if they are kept in isolation. In the totalitarian technique of thought control, the same isolation applied to the individual is applied also to the groups of people. This is the reason the civilian populations of the totalitarian countries are not permitted to travel freely and are kept away from mental and political contamination. It is the reason, to, for the solitary confinement cell and the prison camp.

Naš narod ti je takav da ne trpi žive junake, nikako mu ne prija da neko bude bolji ili veći od njega, ili da pojavom pokazuje vrednosti koje su mnogima nedostižne. Zato su ti kod nas svi heroji mrtvi. Živih nema, a iako se pojave, sami ih pobijemo kako bismo im što pre stavili oreol iznad glave i govorili o njihovom junaštvu. Mi smo mrtvima spremni da oprostimo sve, čak i veličinu, znajući da oni ne mogu ustati da se izmere, niti ospore, pa tako lakše ravnamo naše reči sa njihovim delima.

Word of how the flatworm turned … how the lab rat had risen up … how Pavlov’s dog rang Pavlov’s bell and took notes on it … oh, word of all this circulated quickly, too, and everyone, from Number 1 to Number 8, was quite delighted. There was no indication, however, then or later, that Dr. Gladys Loring was amused in the slightest.

Ne znam šta tražim, ni gde treba da tražim, ali sam u jedno siguran - da je to negde blizu i da ću ga nekako prepoznati i osetiti.

Ne volim izazvanu sreću, prouzrokovanu nečim, volim prirodnu, od Boga datu, pa čak iako nije velika, nekako mi najlepše pristaje.

Oduvek je tako, dobri i pošteni ljudi lakše podnose nepravdu i nesreću na sebi, nego da je načine drugima, ma koliko ona teška bila.

Um artista é sempre alguém muito parecido com o sujeito que procura parecer interessado na conversa mas no fundo se pergunta se não terá deixado o gás aberto ao sair

I’m all yours, baby.” … “Always mine?” “Always.

My cock was like thirty-one flavors of orgasms.

This isn’t a fucking fling. I’ve loved you my entire life, Reese Murphy. That will never fade.

There was nothing about this girl that I didn’t like. I respected her. I admired her. I adored her. And I fucking wanted her something fierce.

If you love someone, there’s no running from it. And when you find it, it sure is worth the fight.

I didn’t think I was good enough. I still don’t. But I don’t know how to walk away from this. I don’t fucking want to.

You are my dream come true, Finn Reynolds. I have loved you since my earliest memory, and I will love you for as long as I’m on this earth.

I can’t stop thinking about you. Wanting you. Even though I know I shouldn’t.

Lincoln – he owned my heart. He made my life better. He loved me in a way I’d never known was even possible. And I loved him just as fiercely. He didn’t define me. He completed me.

It isn't the sort of argument Pointsman relishes either. But he glances sharply at this young anarchist in his red scarf. "Pavlov believed that the ideal, the end we all struggle toward in science, is the true mechanical explanation. He was realistic enough not to expect it in his lifetime. Or in several lifetimes more. But his hope was for a long chain of better and better approximations. His faith ultimately lay in a pure physiological basis for the life of the psyche. No effect without cause, and a clear train of linkages. "It's not my forte, of course," Mexico honestly wishing not to offend the man, but really, "but there's a feeling about that cause-and-effect may have been taken as far as it will go. That for science to carry on at all, it must look for a less narrow, a less . . . sterile set of assumptions. The next great breakthrough may come when we have the courage to junk cause-and-effect entirely, and strike off at some other angle." "No - not 'strike off.' Regress. You're 30 years old, man. There are no 'other angles.' There is only forward - into it – or backward.

What? I’m sorry to tell you, Cap, but your girls are hot.” Niko chucked a biscuit across the table, and it hit Rusty square in the face. “Shut the fuck up about my wife and her sisters.

reminded him of the great scientists who have been Christians—from Newton and Kepler to Pavlov and the discoverer of anaesthetics, Sir James Simpson. Luca said, “They conformed to the conventions of the time.” I said, “Do you know the declaration of Louis Pasteur, who discovered microbes and vaccination? ‘Je crois comme une charbonnière le plus que je progresse en science.

Ah no,” he said, “I see the source of the misunderstanding now. No, look, you see what happened was that we used to do experiments on them. They were often used in behavioral research, Pavlov and all that sort of stuff. So what happened was that the mice would be set all sorts of tests, learning to ring bells, run round mazes and things so that the whole nature of the learning process could be examined. From our observations of their behavior we were able to learn all sorts of things about our own …” Arthur’s voice trailed off. “Such subtlety …” said Slartibartfast, “one has to admire it.” “What?” said Arthur. “How better to disguise their real natures, and how better to guide your thinking. Suddenly running down a maze the wrong way, eating the wrong bit of cheese, unexpectedly dropping dead of myxomatosis. If it’s finely calculated the cumulative effect is enormous.” He paused for effect. “You see, Earthman, they really are particularly clever hyper-intelligent pandimensional beings. Your planet and people have formed the matrix of an organic computer running a ten-million-year research program…. Let me tell you the whole story.

Život treba posmatrati kao gomilu semafora na ulazu u grad. Nekad uhvatimo zeleni talas i bez stajanja prođemo kroz sve raskrsnice, a nekad se crveno svetlo pojavljuje na svakih nekoliko desetina metara.

Nada je kao Sunce. Kao vatra. Uništava mrak. Podgreva i ozaruje. Nadajte se, jer kao što virusi ne prežive u ključaloj vodi koja stoji iznad vatre, tako će i ono loše nestati jer je oterano istinskom nadom.

Nekad verujem da u životu svako obećanje treba prihvatiti sa dozom sumnje, neverice, čak i kao laž, jer viteške karakteristike u svetu bez vitezova ne mogu postojati. Sve više mi se čini da danas ljudi olako daju obećanja, a jos lakše ih neispunjavaju. Verujem da je osnovni zadatak svakog od nas da ovaj svet načinimo boljim, da svi postanemo vitezovi, ne po mačevima koje nosimo, već po rečima iza kojih stojimo.

C’è una nota storiella che narra come due cani si incontrino a Mosca; l’uno è grasso e ben pasciuto, l’altro magro e affamato. Il cane affamato domanda all’altro: “come fai a trovare da mangiare?” e l’altro, con abilità zoosemiotica, risponde: “facilissimo. Ogni mattina a mezzogiorno vado all’Istituto Pavlov e mi metto a sbavare; ed ecco che a quel punto arriva uno scienziato condizionato che suona un campanello e mi porta un piatto di zuppa”.

Pesnik se ne postaje, pesnik se rađa. On je sposoban da vidi nevidljivo, oseti neosetljivo, primeti neprimetno, zamisli nestvarno i naposletku ga pretvori u stvarnost. Pesnik nikada ne može biti u potpunosti shvaćen; on ne vidi danas ili sutra; njemu se to čini stranim, čudnim, iako su za pesnike čuda retka. On ne gleda ni na budućnost kao drugi ljudi, već poput Tvorca, sve posmatra kroz prizmu večnosti, vezujući celokupnu istoriju čovečansta u jedan jedini trenutak. Pesnik - to je glasnik budućnosti i donosilac objašnjenja iz prošlosti. Njemu je interval vremena stran; on broji osećanja, traga za novim, nesebično se trudi da poezijom predstavi stvarnost onakvom kakva je, ne kako je drugi vide. Ta je stvarnost ispunjena osećanjima, snagom, radošću, pokličima pobede ili neretko tugom. Ali, kod njega ni tuga nije obična ili krajnja. Odista, samo je pesnik sposoban da tugu pretvori u slavu.

It’s you, Tink. And you’re kind of my favorite person right now. Which is saying a lot because I don’t like most people.” … “You’re my favorite, too, Maddox Lancaster. Even when you’re stubborn and grumpy…you’re still my favorite.

U begu od nesreće, doživljavao sam skup razočarenja koji su je svojom snagom prevazilazili, čak i u toj meri da mi se činilo da je bolje da sam nesreću sačekao raširenih ruku. Ali, kako da se predam zlu kad osećam da postoji dobro?

Ono što ponekad vidimo, što nam otkupi i ukrade poglede, ne predstavlja istinit odraz, već samo viziju, čudnovatu fatamorganu lepote. Prava vrednost je duša, u njoj je skrivena naša spoljašnjost, naš sjaj, koji nekako nikad ne bledi, ne nestaje, dar od Boga koji, istaknut na pravi način, premašuje vidljivo i govori nam o slepilu površnosti. Uvek treba zaviriti u dušu, jer je u njoj, duboko, poput lavirinta, skrivena naša istinska lepota, naš žar, vatra i savršenstvo.

The pull that I feel toward you is different from anything I’ve ever felt before. So, I’m trusting it.” She looked away, staring out at the water. “I think you’re going to break my heart, Lincoln Hendrix.” “That’s just fear talking, sweetheart. I get it. What’s happening here is scary as shit.” I chuckled. “But since when do you or I let fear stop us from anything?” She turned to face me as a tear slipped down her cheek. “I’ve never felt like this. And it terrifies me.” “I’ve got you, Brinkley Reynolds.

Romeo Knight can fuck off. I’ve never judge him. He doesn’t have a clue about my life. We’ve never even spoken before today. He’d made his mind up about me before he walked through the door.” “You are so right. He’s an asshole. But damn, he is a good-looking asshole, am I right?

Sometime she believes she can see around her robots that walk, and respond as if moved by some strange and monstrous force from within. There is no more flesh such as it is in the noble sense of accomplishment through food and love. It is void of the spirit which is nurtured by love.

Reese fucking Murphy was more than just my best friend. She was the woman I wanted to be mine. I didn’t know when it happened, but I knew it now in my gut. I didn’t know if she’d ever feel the same about me. But I was going to do everything in my power to show her that we were meant to be together.

Facebook Sonnet Facebook is not just injurious to health, It's now a full-on humanitarian crisis. If you think it's just a harmless bad habit, You're fanning the flames of social necrosis. Social media ought to make people social, Not make pavlov's dogs out of humanity. Yet all that facebook actually does today, Is drive society towards clinical insanity. Social media is not necessarily bad, So long as it doesn't feed on our stability. Yet facebook has devised the perfect algorithm, To learn, pump and monetize human instability. Facebook is the definition of what AI must be not. Algorithm without humanity is mental holocaust.

You’re wrong about me, you know that?” She kissed me once more, hard and fast before climbing off my lap. “I don’t give up that easily. This isn’t just an attraction for me.” “What is it then?” She held on to my hand as she looked down at me. “It’s everything. But if I’m the only one that see it, there isn’t much I can do about it.

Signal learning (or classical or Pavlovian conditioning) is the simplest example [of learning without consciousness]. If a light signal immediately followed by a puff of air through a rubber tube is directed at a person's eye about ten times, the eyelid, which previously blinked only to the puff of air, will begin to blink to the light signal alone, and this becomes more and more frequent as trials proceed. Subjects who have undergone this well-known procedure of signal learning report that it has no conscious component whatever. Indeed, consciousness, in this example the intrusion of voluntary eye blinks to try to assist the signal learning, blocks it from occurring.

It is not really capital punishment that bothers sentimentalists, though they use it as the cutting edge of their argument. They object to punishment itself; and that is because they deny the existence of justice; and that is because they deny that man is free, that man is responsible for his acts. Crime, they say, is sickness. It must be cured or, better, prevented by a prophylaxis of the spirit, by the extermination of free will altogether so that men will react like Pavlov’s dogs to sensitivity training and even to psychosurgery and drugs. Crime, they say, is caused by a psychological malfunction. It is unjust, they say, to punish a man for heart disease and so unjust to punish him for theft.

Neki ljudi pobeđuju, osvajaju, ali osećaj gubitništva ih tera da se iznova dokazuju, pa tako nastavljaju sa pobedama, sve do trenutka kada, istrošeni, padnu pod noge neprijatelju. Onda tek shvate da su sve dotadašnje pobede pretvorili u životni poraz, jer nikad nisu pobedili srcem, već su, u želji da budu pobednici u očima drugih, nesvesno pobedili sebe.

What is referred to as the cognitive revolution in the sciences has gone through several phases. The first phase was marked by the work of Ivan Pavlov, and later by J.B. Watson, who considered psychology to be the science of behaviour, and whose focus was on ‘visibles’, ‘audibles’ and ‘tangibles’. Later, B.F. Skinner asserted that the mind does not exist, and psychology was concerned merely with behaviour dispositions. Mental events were not visible and objective evidence was available only in the realm of publicly observable behaviour. Though the psychologist William James was interested in the study of consciousness, the domination of behavioural psychology meant that it was assumed that such a project did not have any scientific respectability.

You say, you don't have any prejudice! Let's put that to test, shall we! Read the following phrases, pausing a few seconds after each. Hallelujah! ¡Viva la libertad! Shabbat Shalom! Allahu Akbar! Black Lives Matter! We're Here, We're Queer! My body, my decision! Now bring your faculty of reason into action, and think, which of the terms induced a negative emotional response in your mind? It's nothing out of the ordinary, it's just common animal nature. How your brain got conditioned to react in such a way that's a different matter. The main thing is, your brain just reacted exactly like the brain of pavlov's dog every time it heard the bell. The only difference is that, a dog doesn't have further brain capacity to question such conditioning, but a human does.

The reason I don’t see what you see when you look up at the sky is because I’m always looking at you. Even with all the stars out at night, I don’t want to look anywhere else. Because I have everything I need. Everything I want. It’s right in front of me.” “You just beat out every book boyfriend I’ve ever put on a pedestal with that confession,” she whispered. “You’re the perfect leading man.

Kada čovek dotakne dno, obično se preda, zastaje, i tako pasivan, ukočen od svoje ogorčenosti i poraza, ostane na dnu. To se zove pesimizam. Retki su ljudi koji to dno, taj poraz i tu ogorčenost razumeju na pravi način, pa ponovo, nepredano kreću, sa mnogo više sigurnosti, svesni da od dna ne mogu dalje i da svaki pokušaj, bez obzira koliko loš bio, vodi ka uzvišenju. Skoro uvek, ljudi tog tipa, pronađu svoje mesto na piramidi uspeha, pa tako bezbrižni i iskusni, gledaju dno kao najobičniju odskočnu dasku. To je za mene optimizam.

Jer, ma koliko to čudno zvučalo, ljubav se uvek može uporediti sa mačem sa dve oštrice. Prva oštrica, udaljenija, poput Eskalibura prividno budi najčistija osećanja, preplavljujući telo nekom začaranom energijom. Blagotvornom. Snažnom. Okrepljujućom. Ona je ta koja naše ciljeve načini ostvarljivim. Drugu oštricu ne vidimo. Ona jeste bliža, samo, od uprtih pogleda ka prvoj, mi se ne osvrćemo. Vidici su nam suženi. Tupi. Neretko, poneseni zaslepljenošću, ne upotrebljavamo svest, zdrav razum, pa tako nesvesni sami sebi nabijamo vrh oštrice u srce. Nakon toga, postajemo slabi, krhki, ranjivi… Tu ranjivost, taj neuspeh, ispoljavamo pogrešno. Kroz ljutnju. Bes. Trudimo se da prikrijemo stvarno stanje, sve više upadajući u vrtlog izgubljenosti, jer nas rđa i bezljubavna hladnoća oštrice sve više prlja Ipak, lek postoji. Ali se pametni leče. Oni drugi nastavljajući sa povređivanjem, ne primećuju da lek postoji u isto tako naoštrenom maču. Samo treba usmeriti pažnju na prvu oštricu. Tu se zapravo krije eliksir izlečenja. Ne u oštrici.Već u iskustvu. Svakom se dogodi.

Marina admired the ravishing scene of the oak forest, traversed, in the late afternoon, by shafts of sunrays, like the immense flutes of of a grand organ instrument. A true autumn, whose unfolding beauty seemed to remain oblivious of the village misfortunes. The villagers speech always alludes to God. God is above all a confused notion to which they assign all that they had not accomplished, as well as all that they will never accomplish, ever. God – the Almighty Peasant, the Almighty Purveyor of seed and harvest. God, that nobody could do without, which slips on, like a threadbare coat.

Ukoliko bi se desilo da se neko po nečemu, dobrom ili lošem, istakne na neki način, ponaša se drugačije od očekivanog, pokaže težnju za nečim dalekim i nestvarnim, društvo ga brzo, neprimetno i efikasno, kao filter, odbaci, promeni, ili što je redak slučaj, bar kada govorimo o ovakvim sredinama, pogura napred, kao da ga se odriče ili gura od sebe, kako ne bi poremetio neki decenijama ustaljeni sistem, koji, iz nekog razloga, ne trpi promene, već obazrivo čuva svoju autentičnost i nepromenljivost, verovatno iz straha da novo doba ne donese nešto gore, jer se izgleda, na ovim prostorima, niko do sada, i to ne decenijama, već vekovima, ničemu boljem nikada nije ni nadao.