Quotes About Stimulation

When I'm putting some communication out on Twitter or Facebook or Instagram, I think that it's helping me, my brain, you know, because it's always somehow stimulated by people who are sending things to me. And it works both ways. It's great. My brain is very happy about it.

It's very hard to get the dynamics where two people can stimulate each other and be happy.

The psychological basis of the metropolitan type of individuality consists in the intensification of nervous stimulation which results from the swift and uninterrupted change of outer and inner stimuli.

Really, I'm the type of girl, and I know other girls who are the types of girls who it's not about the chain, it's not about the car, not about the house or this, that, and the other that you think are impressing me. It's really the intellect. It's really stimulating my mind.

People need new things to excite them, new inventions, new ideas, new art, new drugs, if there are no new things, then they resort to war

If you want to improve your understanding, drink coffee. Sir James Mackintosh used to say, he believed the difference between one man and another was produced by the quantity of coffee he drank.

If you want to improve your understanding, drink coffee.

I've got a short attention span, so it makes sense that I like movies because, for the most part, they immerse you in lots of action.

Cigarettes and coffee, man, that's a combination.

Why is it that no other species but man gets bored? Under the circumstances in which a man gets bored, a dog goes to sleep.

Man thrives, oddly enough, only in the presence of a challenging environment.

If there wasn't coffee on this earth, I'd be dead.

Focus is passé. In the modern world we want to feel everything all the time. There is no point in just taking a walk in the park when we can also listen to headphones, munch on a hot dog, crank up our vibrating soles to the maximum, and check out the passing carnival of humanity. Our choices about the creed of a new world order: stimulation! Thought and creativity have become subservient to the singular goal of saturating our senses.

You make life interesting

The English were luckier in their drugs, too: long habituated to alcohol, they were roused from inebriation in the seventeenth century by American tobacco, Arabic coffee and Chinese tea. They got the stimulation of the coffee house, part café, part stock exchange, part chat-room;47 the Chinese ended up with the lethargy of the opium den, their pipes filled by none other than the British East India Company.

Minds were human (barely), but they were so much bigger than ordinary brains, they needed stimulation in order to keep from going completely insane.

There is a bit of a fanatic in his eyes. He believes he is on a holy mission and has elected himself the main deity. That disturbs me even more. A prophet is more dangerous than a criminal. At least a criminal's needs are simple. A prophet requires constant stimulation. The false ones at least.

Billions of dollars are spent annually convincing us we must create a proper "environment" for our babies, and parents buy into the idea big time. They think that if they're not constantly entertaining their baby, they're somehow failing her, because she's not getting enough "intellectual stimulation.

But I must hope that books possess a life of a more varied kind than their authors' myopia concedes to them. A book is a kind of of machine which the reader can freely use as a generator of intellectual stimulation. It is enough that the book should be truly a machine for thinking, that it should generate a variety of possible conclusions without its author's ordaining and limiting them in advance.

Vallet wrote of something else. Stimulated in some mysterious way by what he was saying, I made that connection myself and, and as I identified the idea with the text I was underlining, I attributed it to Vallet. And for more than twenty years I had been grateful to the old abbot for something he had never given me. I had produced the magic key on my own.

Oh, for that first hit of the day, the blessed nicotine hitting the bloodstream and snapping the synapses to attention.

So, are you going to make me ask?

He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.

That a clever person is never bored, and a bored person is never clever.