Quotes About Thought

Either you think - or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.

Either you think - or else others have to think for you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.

Personality is a physical matter almost entirely; it lowers the people it acts on - I've seen it vanish in a long sickness. But while a personality is active, it overrides 'the next thing.' Now a personage, on the other hand, gathers. He is never thought of apart from what he's done. He's a bar on which a thousand things have been hung — glittering things sometimes, as ours are; but he uses those things with a cold mentality back of them.

You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.

stared at it, like Kant at his church steeple, for half an hour.

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind...

After Elner Shimfissle accidentally poked that wasps' nest up in her fig tree, the last thing she remembered was thinking "Uh-oh.

Harold Henderson (1889–1974), who made haiku a part of our own literature, dubbed them "meditations . . . starting points for trains of thought." R. H. Blyth (1898–1964), who published six volumes of haiku translations, made the extravagant claim that "Japanese literature stands or falls by haiku.

And, like the great damned souls, I shall always feel that thinking is worth more than living.

I realize that I was all error and deviation, that I never lived, that I existed only in so far as I filled time with consciousness and thought.

We, all who live, have A life that is lived And another life that is thought, And the only life we have It's the one that is divided In right or wrong.

In modern life the world belongs to the stupid, the insensitive and the disturbed. The right to live and triumph is today earned with the same qualifications one requires to be interned in a madhouse: amorality, hypomania and an incapacity for thought.

Kalp düÅŸünebilseydi, atmaktan vazgeçerdi.

If the heart could think it would stop beating.

XIII Lightly, lightly, very lightly A very light wind passes, And it goes away just as lightly, And I don't know what I'm thinking, Nor do I wish to know.

Ese episodio de la imaginación al que llamamos realidad

And I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.

Our problem isn't that we're individualists. It's that our individualism is static rather than dynamic. We value what we think rather than what we do. We forget that we haven't done, or been, what we thought; that the first function of life is action, just as the first property of things is motion.

I created myself, echo and abyss, by thinking. I multiplied myself by going deeply into myself...

Temos, todos que vivemos, Uma vida que é vivida E outra vida que é pensada, E a única vida que temos É essa que é dividida Entre a verdadeira e a errada.

And leaning on the windowsill to enjoy the day, gazing at the variegated mass of the whole city, just one thought fills my soul: that I profoundly wish to die, to cease, to see no more light shining on this city or any city, to think no more, to feel no more, to leave behind the march of time and the sun like a piece of wrapping paper, to remove like a heavy suit – next to the big bed – the involuntary effort of being.

Sou místico, mas só com o corpo. A minha alma é simples e não pensa.

Life would be unbearable if we made ourselves conscious of it.

El corazón, si pudiese pensar, se pararía.