Quotes About Thought

We take for granted how our mind puts everything together.

I wonder if I shall understand you even at the end of a lifetime, he mused, folding his arms across his chest.

For she was being enticed again by a very old dream, one so old that she had thought it quite incapable of being revived. She had thought it could never bring her pain again.

This whole strange episode was like some sort of bizarre dream. He could scarcely believe what had just happened. There had been no thought behind it, no reasoning, no sense.

Oh, no, he thought with a curious pang about the heart, he had not imagined it.

He doubtless thought I had you in the bushes ravishing you. Well, she said, you must admit that you had something not too far distant from that on your mind. A kiss? he said. Similar to ravishment? You malign me. I was about to kiss you, Diana, in the tradition of true romance.

That kiss! The memory of it, brief as it had been, so consumed her with embarrassment that her mind shied away from it altogether—and could think of nothing else. Not just the kiss but the mortifying knowledge that she had burned for him, that her womb had throbbed with the need to feel him there. Mortifying indeed!

He looked windblown and out of breath and ... virile. What a horrid, shocking word. Where had that thought come from?

You are, after all, a marquess. I sometimes forget that I am such an exalted personage, he said. I suppose that is the reason you are marrying me, Diana, is it? So that you may be a marchioness? Yes, she said. You mean you thought there might be some other reason?

beautiful woman. Beautiful? That thought cleared his head. "Uh . . . you're not fifty or sixty years old

and yet, in the end, did Klara Hitler's sickly son ever fire a gun? One hollow, hateful little an. One last awful thought: all the harm he ever did was done for him by others.

I shouldn't be doing this, he thought. She is actually a nice person. for a moment he had an impulse to embrace her. He had a stronger impulse to beat her.

It was an earworm, and she was certain Clint had deliberately planted it in her subconscious.

What is your heart doing now? Remembering. Remembering!

The labor of writing poems, of working with thought and emotion in the encasement (or is it the wings?) of language, is strange to nature, for we are first of all creatures of motion.

To interrupt the writer from the line of thought is to wake the dreamer from the dream. The dreamer cannot enter that dream, precisely as it was unfolding, ever again.

I was so full of energy. I was always running around, looking at this and that. If I stopped the pain was unbearable. If I stopped and thought, maybe the world can't be saved, the pain was unbearable.

There was only this – an idea.

But he thought he could hear the beating of giant wings, somewhere high above.

Worry lives a long way from rational thought.---Self

You mean like a small silicone breast implant?" I wasn't actually thinking that, but sure.

We rest; A dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; One wandering thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but mutability!

One wondering thought pollutes the day

I wished sometimes to shake off all thought and feeling, but I learned that there was but one means to overcome the sensation of pain, and that was death - a state which I feared yet did not understand.