Quotes About Thought

G. K. Chesterton once said that to be thankful is the highest form of thought and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder. Thanklessness, then,must be the lowest form of thought, and ingratitude is discontentment, bankrupted of wonder.

Unsuspecting people make a fatal mistake when they give their allegiance to a system of thought by focusing on its benefits while they ignore its systemic contradictions.

oxígeno es para el cerebro, Jesús es para nuestros corazones. Satisface nuestros más profundos deseos como nadie más puede hacerlo. Y nos hace pensar correctamente

Remember, Montag, we're the happiness boys. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought.

Let me alone, said Mildred Let you alone! He almost cried out with laughter. Letting you alone is easy, but how can I leave myself alone? That's what's wrong. We need not to be let alone. We need to be upset and stirred and bothered, once in a while, anyway. Nobody bothers anymore. Nobody thinks. Let a baby alone, why don't you? What would you have in twenty years? A savage, unable to think or talk--like us!

It's the way God runs the world. Tom thought about this for a moment. He's all right, Doug, said Tom. He tries.

In quickness is truth. The more swiftly you write, the more honest you are. In hesitation is thought. In delay comes the effort for a style, instead of leaping upon truth which is the only style worth deadfalling or tiger-trapping.

Atibórralos de datos no combustibles, lánzales encima tantos hechos que se sientan abrumados, pero totalmente al día en cuanto a información. Entonces, tendrán la sensación de que piensan, tendrán la impresión de que se mueven sin moverse. Y serán felices, porque los hechos de esta naturaleza no cambian. No les des ninguna materia delicada como Filosofía o Sociología para que empiecen a atar cabos.

In ballet, any dancer who asks himself what step comes next must freeze. Any man who takes a sex manual to bed with him invites frigidity. Dancing, sex, writing a novel--all are a living process, quick thought, emotion making yet more quick thought, and so on, cycling round.

He held both hands over his eyes and applied a steady pressure there as if to crush memory into place.

A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper. And I'd never even thought that thought before.

What can we writers learn from lizards, lift from birds? In quickness is truth. The faster you blurt, the more swiftly you write, the more honest you are. In hesitation is thought. In delay comes the effort for a style, instead of leaping upon truth which is the only style worth deadfalling or trigger-trapping.

They want to know what I do with all my time. I tell them that sometimes I just sit and think. But I won't tell them what. I've got them running.

Not words in books or words you say, but real thoughts, real actions, quick thought, quick action, win the day.

No man is as big as his own idea.

One thing people sometimes forget about Fahrenheit 451 is that the government doesn't begin by burning books—it's ordinary people who turn away from reading and the habits of thought and reflection it encourages. When the government starts actively censoring information, most people don't even bat an eye. How important is reading to the health of a democracy like ours?

had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man

If the men were silent it was because there was everything to think about and much to remember.

Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

You don't have to move, do you? On occasion, maybe, like tonight. But mostly you travel back and forth between your ears.

If you're not driving a hundred miles an hour, at a clip where you can't think of anything else but the danger, then you're playing some game or sitting in some room where you can't argue with the four-wall televisor. Why? The televisor is 'real.' it is immediate, it has dimension. It tells you what to think and blasts it in. It must be right. It seems so right. It rushes you on so quickly to its own conclusions your mind hasn't time to protest, 'What nonsense!

We must try some other way, then," mused Mr. Villanazul. "Someone must be—sympathetic—with her." "What other way is there?" asked Mr. Gomez. "If only," figured Mr. Villanazul after a moment's thought, "if only there was a single man among us." He dropped that like a cold stone into a deep well. He let the splash occur and the ripples move gently out. Everybody sighed.

The televisor is real. It is immediate, it has dimension. It tells you what to think and it blasts it in. It must be right. It seems so right. It rushes you on so quickly to its own conclusions your mind hasn't time to protest,...' 'My wife says books aren't real.' 'Thank God for that. You can shut them and say, Hold on a moment. You play God to it...' 'It is an environment as real as the world. It becomes and is the truth. Books can be beaten down with reason.

He did not care what the end would be, and in his lucid moments overvalued his indifference. The danger, when not seen, has the imperfect vagueness of human thought. The fear grows shadowy; and Imagination, the enemy of men, the father of all terrors, unstimulated, sinks to rest in the dullness of exhausted emotion.