Quotes About Thought

No soy nadie, nadie. No sé sentir, no sé pensar, no sé querer. Soy un personaje de novela por escribir, que pasa por el aire, deshecho sin haber existido, entre sueños de quien no me ha sabido formular.

metaphysics has always struck me as a prolonged form of latent insanity.

Thought can be lofty without being elegant, but to the extent it lacks elegance it will have less effect on others. Force without finesse is mere mass.

No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it. Collective thought is stupid because it's collective. Nothing passes into the realm of the collective without leaving at the border – like a toll – most of the intelligence it contained.

Aquilo que, creio, produz em mim o sentimento profundo, em que vivo, de incongruência com os outros, é que a maioria pensa com a sensibilidade, e eu sinto com o pensamento. Para o homem vulgar, sentir é viver e pensar é saber viver. Para mim, pensar é viver e sentir não é mais que o alimento de pensar.

Exist? destul? metafizic? în a nu te gândi la nimic.

I like to think, because I know it won't be long before I stop thinking.

O coração, se pudesse pensar, pararia.

Every gesture, however simple, violates an inner secret. Every gesture is a revolutionary act; an exile, perhaps, from the true ... of our intentions. Action is a disease of thought, a cancer of imagination. Action is self-exile. Every action is incomplete and flawed.

Se que he sido error y extravío, que no he vivido nunca, que solamente he existido porque he matado el tiempo con conciencia y pensamiento.

Viver é não pensar.

Esta espécie de loucura Que é pouco chamar talento E que brilha em mim, na escura Confusão do pensamento, Não me traz felicidade; Porque, enfim, sempre haverá Sol ou sombra na cidade. Mas em mim não sei o que há.

It's raining, and I suddenly feel the terrible weight of being an animal that doesn't know what it is, dreaming its thought and emotion, withdrawn into a spatial region of being as into a hovel, satisfied by a little heat as by an eternal truth.

A concisão é a luxúria do pensamento.

Nem sei pensar, do sono que tenho; nem sei sentir, do sono que não consigo ter. Tudo no meu torno é o universo nu, abstrato, feito de negações noturnas.

La suprema gloria de todo esto, mi amor, estriba en pensar que tal vez nada de esto sea verdad, ni en yo creerlo verdadero.

It's raining, and as if the rain had made them hunch forward, my feelings lower their stupid gaze to the ground, where water flows and nourishes nothing, washes nothing, cheers up nothing. It's raining, and I suddenly feel the terrible weight of being an animal that doesn't know what it is, dreaming its thought and emotion, withdrawn into a spatial region of being as into a hovel, satisfied by a little heat as by an eternal truth.

to say that, or something similar, might lend colour to the tedium, the way a child draws something then clumsily colours it in, blurring the edges, but to me it's just words echoing around the cellars of thought.

No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it. Collective thought is stupid because it's collective.

All unhappiness enters through the window of observation and the door of thought.

Only those who are unable to think what they feel obey grammatical rules.

I am beginning to be conscious of being conscious.

Nunca tive outra preocupação verdadeira senão a minha vida interior.

THE WIND IN THE DARKNESS HOWLS The wind in the darkness howls, Its sound reaching ever farther. The substance of my thought Is that it cannot cease. It seems the soul has a darkness In which blows ever harder A madness that derives From wanting to understand. The wind in the darkness rages, Unable to free itself. I'm a prisoner to my thought As the wind is a prisoner to air.