A Quote by Helen McCloy

Falling in love is like religious conversion. It goes on for a long time below the threshold before it reaches consciousness. — © Helen McCloy
Falling in love is like religious conversion. It goes on for a long time below the threshold before it reaches consciousness.
I didn’t fall in love with James. Falling sounds like an accident. Falling hurts. I’d fallen in love with Michael, fallen hard like slipping off a cliff and hitting the rocks below. Falling in love was something I’d vowed never to do again. I chose to love James.
By subliminal, I mean things that occur in our world that are below the threshold of consciousness but do have a psychological effect on us.
Falling in love with a story is like falling in love with a person. It tends to occupy your life, your thoughts. You can't do anything else for a long time.
No matter what you're doing, you're never 100 percent about anything. Every choice is always accompanied by a certain amount of worry or doubt. Until it reaches a certain threshold, you don't act on it; you just sort of carry it with you, and wait to see if it reaches the threshold when you should act. Otherwise, you just become one of those worrywarts, a nervous Nellie who isn't very helpful.
The knowledge that she could learn to love a man had always meant more to her than loving him effortlessly, more even than falling in love, and that was why she now felt that she was on the threshold of a new life, a happiness bound to endure for a very long time.
No matter how many levels of consciousness one reaches, the problem always goes deeper.
I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.
He gathers me up and I'm weightless before he sets me on the railing. He's the only thing keeping me from falling back, out of the reach of daylight. I'm not afraid of falling. I don't fear the sky beyond the train tracks like I did before. I can go anywhere just so long as it's with him.
Pseudoscience is like a virus. At low levels, it's no big deal, but when it reaches a certain threshold it becomes sickening.
I do make conversion, if conversion means really turning people to God - to have a clean heart and to love God. That's the real conversion.
You can only do a thing for the first time once, and that goes for falling in love.
No, I'm not religious, I'm sorry to say. But I was once and shall be again. There is no time now to be religious." "No time. Does it need time to be religious?" "Oh, yes. To be religious you must have time and, even more, independence of time. You can't be religious in earnest and at the same time live in actual things and still take them seriously, time and money and the Odéon Bar and all that.
Plant consciousness, insect consciousness, fish consciousness, all are related by one permanent element, which we may call the religious element inherent in all life, even in a flea: the sense of wonder. That is our sixth sense, and it is the natural religious sense.
Once a person reaches Consciousness III, there is no returning to a lower consciousness.
Remember also, the present is your only time to be saved. There is no believing, no repenting, no conversion in the grave---no minister will speak to you there. This is the time of conversion.
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.
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