Quotes About Thought

One operates on the mind with the mind. What else is there, after all?

Muy distinto es no decir lo que se piensa que no pensar lo que se dice.

A manner of speaking becomes a manner of thinking.

There is no more slippery task than to refrain from thinking of something.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, Nighteyes was frantic. 'Poisoned. That water is poisoned.' I couldn't frame a thought to reassure him.

Et vif comme la pensée, il m'échappa, dévalant la pente comme l'ombre d'un nuage quand le vent souffle

There's a difference between thinking an action is wise and doing it.

But refusing to think about a thing only brings it more strongly to mind.

I wanted to stop and think, but the anxiety wouldn't let me. Do it now, do something now, do anything now. The drive to be doing, doing anything, was a pressing need that could not be denied.

Thinking is not always...comforting. It is always good, but not always comforting.

I could take Lennie's surname, now that he was going to be my stepfather. I thought about that. And yelped. 'What's the matter, Yuk?' Alison called from the next shower cubicle. 'Grubb!' I howled. 'Lennie's last name is Grubb!

A leaf, bathed in light with stomates wide open to the breath of the air, is not unlike the writer musing in the dark and mind wide open to wisps of thought as amorphous as the atmosphere. We both are sifting and winnowing from the unending flow of materials so ubiquitous as to be invisible, those particular molecules from which life can be built.

God gave us all a penis and a brain, but only enough blood to run one at a time.

You're a good date," he said. "You thought of it as a date?" He nodded. "From the beginning.

when I told him my idea for this motion, even

It sounded to him like the noise of too many mouths that talk and too few minds that think.

The human mind, with all its mystery, bears endless study. Doesn't it?

Eloise thought that justice was a funny thing. It was a big idea, a romantic one. It was imagined like a satisfying end to a story.

The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel.

I'd have been a fool not to have thought of it, and a greater fool not to have thought better of it.

Koudelka puzzled over this attempted readjustment of his point of view, then let it bounce harmlessly off his impermeable habits of thought.

there is no thought control—or I'd certainly have put it to use before this. Trying to shape, or respond to, what every idiot on the street believes—on the basis of little logic and less information—would only serve to drive you mad.

She was not, she thought, quite fool enough or mad enough to wish for bandits instead. Maybe that was the trouble; maybe she just wasn't crazed enough. True derangement stopped at no boundaries.

Cogito ergo sum—I think, therefore I am.