Quotes About Thought

I'd like to ask you a question, if I may." "What?" "All these poems you've written and hidden—so many poems. Why?" While she thought, morning broke and the birds sang in the garden. "Because I could not stop.

What you choose to focus on becomes your reality.

Nothing happens or comes to be without being thought first:

you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.     ââ'¬â€Nikola Tesla; inventor, physicist, supergenius When

As James Allen says in As a Man Thinketh: Thought allied fearlessly with purpose becomes creative force.

Your desires are brought to you via thought, and you receive them by deciding to take action.

The imagination is not a single mental phenomenon or skill, but multifactorial, a constellation of related activities contributing constitutively to the full dimensionality of human consciousness and our relations to the world.

The instinct, the thought deep inside Rebecca's mind whispered, to protect the mate. Broderick came back at her, his fury born of the same kind of instinct.

Create something new by thinking something new, with the faith that your thought will bring about positive change. Remember, all thought is a form of prayer.

He liked the thought that his own power would one day be refined into translucence, with no memory of the blood and earth that had generated it.

Never trust a candy house! It was only a matter of time before someone made them pay for what they thought they were getting for free. Why could nobody see this?

He replayed the moment--an old disquieting conundrum that clouded whatever new thought had been trying to form. Abruptly, he was exhausted, as if he'd been walking for days--as if he'd wandered too far from his own life to reenter it.

The pause makes you think the song will end. And then the song isn't really over, so you're relieved. But then the song does actually end, because every song ends, obviously, and THAT. TIME. THE. END. IS. FOR. REAL.

Thought lengths it, pulls an invisible world through a needle's eye one detail at a time, ...

Hierarchy was like breathing: the only time you thought about it was when something went wrong.

Is this the part where you suggest a highly inadvisable way of putting people in the mood to talk, in hopes that someone can shed light on who the"--Henry glanced at Vivvie--"hedgehog might be?" "It's funny," I told Henry... "but the moment you said inadvisable, I had a thought." ... "The hedgehog?" Emilia asked, wrinkling her brow.

To find your own poem to help with making decisions, look for one that mentions choices or roads. We want to reach a field of contemplation, a state of mind near daydream, a mood of thought without the stress of a demanded answer, because when we're there we can hear more parts of ourselves.

As I dial 9-1-1, I think: He's not nowhere. He's not dead. He just found that other world.

Innocence is an infinitely fragile thing and thought can sometimes injure, even destroy it. - Pg. 254

How important can it be that I suffer and think? My presence in this world will disturb a few tranquil lives and will unsettle the unconscious and pleasant naiveté of others. Although I feel that my tragedy is the greatest in history—greater than the fall of empires—I am nevertheless aware of my total insignificance. I am absolutely persuaded that I am nothing in this universe; yet I feel that mine is the only real existence.

Sometimes she was seized with hallucinations and thought she was buried in some vault together with a lot of puppet-like corpses which nodded their heads and moved their legs and arms when you pulled the strings.

The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.

For Madame Raquin, there was such a fathomless depth in this thought, that she could neither reason it out, nor grasp it clearly. She experienced but one sensation, that of a horrible disaster; it seemed to her that she was falling into a dark, cold hole. And she said to herself: "I shall be smashed to pieces at the bottom.

suffering unspeakable torture at the thought of leaving his picture as it was, disfigured by an ugly, gaping wound. (49)