Quotes About Thought

No it's not! said Constable Visit. Atheism is a denial of a god. Therefore It Is A Religious Position, said Dorfl. Indeed, A True Atheist Thinks Of The Gods Constantly, Albeit In Terms of Denial. Therefore, Atheism Is A Form Of Belief. If The Atheist Truly Did Not Believe, He Or She Would Not Bother To Deny.

The trouble with thinking was that, once you started, you went on doing it.

Thinking. This book contains some. Whether you try it at home is up to you.

I'm sure you won't dream of trying to escape from your obligations by fleeing the city...' 'I assure you the thought never even crossed my mind, lord.' 'Indeed? Then if I were you I'd sue my face for slander.

But too much reading had taken its toll. William found that he now thought of prayer as a sophisticated way of pleading with thunderstorms.

Here's what I suggest, he said. You pretend that rats can think, and I'll promise to pretend that humans can think, too.

He was up against a mind that regarded truth as a reference point but certainly not as a shackle.

He hated being thought of as one of those people that wore stupid ornamental armor. It was gilt by association.

Granny Weatherwax was firmly against fiction. Life was hard enough without lies floating around and changing the way people thought. And because the theater was fiction made flesh, she hated the theater most of all. But that was it—hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned.

The thought had crossed his mind, only very fast and looking nervously from side to side in case it got knocked over.

The gods, he said. Imprisoned in a thought. And perhaps they were never more than a dream.

And then...they thought I was evil, she said, over another shoulder. Are you? said Tiffany Both of Miss Level turned around shocked. What kind of question is that to ask anyone? she said. Um...the obvious one? said Tiffany. I mean, if they said, 'Yes, I am! Mwahahaha!' that would save a lot of trouble, wouldn't it

Tiffany found her mind filling up with an invisible gray mist, and in that thought there was nothing but grief. She could feel herself trying to push back time, but even the best witchcraft could not do that.

No wonder this man was a diplomat. You couldn't trust him an inch, he thought in loops, and you couldn't help liking him despite it.

If you thought hard enough, he'd always considered, you could work out everything. The wind, for example. It had always puzzled him until the day he'd realized that it was caused by all the trees waving about.

You couldn't think about how you thought. It was like opening a box with the crowbar that was inside.

Rincewind wasn't used to people being pleased to see him. It was unnatural, and boded no good. These people were not only cheering, they were throwing flowers and hats. The hats were made out of stone, but the thought was there.

Where's my daddy? Is that my daddy? It goes, I fink, derefore I am. I fink. It is Sergeant Detritus the troll! That's not my daddy!

Amazin'.' he said again. 'He just looks as though he's thinking, right?' 'Er...yes.' 'But he's not actually thinking?' 'Er...no.' 'So...he just gives the impression of thinking but really it's just a show?' 'Er...yes.' Just like everyone else, then really,' said Ridcully

Drunkenness had this to be said for it, it stopped the flow of inspirations.

I wonder what happened to 'em all? You, said the horse. Well, yes. But I always thought there'd be some more.

The mind creates those things that exist.

Without reason, there is no concentration. Without concentration, there is no reason.

Somebody spoke and I went into a dream.