Quotes About Thought

The twist of her mouth revealed what she thought of that idea. It made Lisa restrain a smile: it was also Katya's moue, and Lisa's son Julian made the same face when he was concentrating.

Seeker saw something sorrowful in the line of the Queen's neck and shoulders, but she poked her old rotten hatred up hot and burned whatever scrap of pity might have followed the thought.

He sipped his drink, made a thinking noise, and rubbed a spatulate fingertip across his annoyingly well-formed nose.

Or perhaps all that white served to mark him as a virgin sacrifice, which was a thought worth a slightly hysterical giggle.

Should we have stayed home and thought of here?

When life follows the course of our desires, it is easy to be swept along without thought.

The heart may think it knows better: The senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.

I don't know what's come over this place,' Maud stated. 'However, the Lord did, so in despair He showed me what I had better do.' 'And did the Lord suggest your sticking up your father for ten shillings?' 'No, I thought of that,' said Maud, not turning a hair.

Oh, this will never do, she thought. He could kiss like the very devil and be astute.

The language of power was exercised in more than just words. It was presence and thought; it was gesture and timing.

Suffering had had an effect with which she was familiar. The refusal of self-pity and despair had turned it from lead to fire, burning up the subterfuges and dishonesties below the surface of the inherited veneer of manners and thought that most men and women think are their true selves, and the veneer with them.

There should be no thought of burdens in the mysterious interweaving of one life with another. It must be that the weakness in oneself which one thought pressed most heavily upon others to their harm was in reality a blessing to them, while on the occasions when one thought oneself doing great good, one was as likely as not doing great harm; if self-congratulations were present, sure to be doing harm.

She assured herself that the practice of the presence of God, that she had learned with self-discipline of thought and will, was not a selfish thing but something absolutely essential if one's soul was to be of the slightest use.

I love you," she sobbed, rubbing her hands over his face, his hair, his chest, making sure he was solid and real. "I love you, and I thought you were dead. I couldn't bear it. I thought I would die too." "I'd walk through fire for you," he rasped, his voice hoarse and broken. "I have walked through fire for you.

I like to think or say, some madness there.

The heart does not go backward. Only the mind.

It bothered Veblen's mother that most people were lazy and had given up original thought a long time ago, stealing stale phrases from the media like magpies.

Nobody but the residents would call this sector the Hub Worlds, unless they thought the rest of the wheel had fallen off.

Nothing is what you imagine. Her mind hovered above this simple and alarming thought. The variables were too great, the particularities too distinct, life a flood of translations from the shadow-edged yearnings of the heart to the immutable aspects of the physical world.

thought of the ants that were still going about trying to get their sand wherever they needed it to go. They seemed almost heartbreaking to him, in their tininess and their resilience.

So much of life seems speculation.

Active minds that think and study, Like swift brooks are seldom muddy.

Aristotle's version of Plato's God is pure nous, or pure thought. The human soul is not; it includes other faculties or powers, like the senses and the passions. But there is still enough nous left to figure out what is going on.

Far more than Thomas Aquinas or even Bacon, Ockham is the true forerunner of the modern era.