Quotes About Thought

This is it?" he asked. "Yeah," Megan replied. "Wow. I thought girls were notorious for overpacking." "I'm not much of a girl," Megan replied. What? What did you just say? He looked her up and down and smiled. "Could've fooled me.

It was Evan. He leaned against the door frame, his hands in his pockets. He was wearing distressed khakis, a white T-shirt, and a perfectly broken-in brown suede car coat. "Hey," he said. Holy Abercrombie catalog , Megan thought.

it crossed Farren's mind that although death seemed big, life was even bigger

And to-day how could a man think whole-heartedly of mechanism, even though it was his proper and satisfactory job, when by walking a mile or two and crawling down a hole, he could get in touch with lost civilisations and the thought-mechanism of complex human beings?

The materialists, or some of them, would have us believe that the brain produces thoughts as an organ secretes fluids; this is to overlook What constitutes the very essence of thought, namely the materially unexplainable miracle of subjectivity: as if the cause of consciousness - immaterial and non-spatial by definition - could be a material object.

Nous nous répétons d'ailleurs d'un livre à l'autre, et parfois même d'un chapitre à l'autre, mais nous ne croyons pas devoir nous en excuser, étant donné les droits du souci de clarté.

Toutes les civilisation sont déchues, mais les mode diffèrent : la déchéance orientale est passive; la déchéance occidentale, active. La faute de l'Orient déchu, c'est qu'il ne pense plus; celle de l'Occident déchu, qu'il pense trop, et mal. L'Orient dort sur des vérités; l'Occident vit dans des erreurs.

In every friendship hearts grow and entwine themselves together, so that the two hearts seem to make only one heart with only a common thought. That is why separation is so painful; it is not so much two hearts separating, but one being torn asunder.

Life is like a cash register, in that every account, every thought, every deed, like every sale, is registered and recorded.

Tolerance will reach such a level that intelligent people will be banned from thinking so as not to offend the imbeciles.

One single grateful thought raised to heaven is the most perfect prayer.

A Teleoghinoora is a materialized idea or thought which after its arising exists almost eternally in the atmosphere of that planet on which it arises.

I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.

I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.

When the soul drifts uncertainly between life and the dream, between the mind's disorder and the return to cool reflection, it is in religious thought that we should seek consolation.

un engourdissement nébuleux saisit notre pensée, et nous ne pouvons déterminer l'instant précis où le moi, sous une autre forme, continue l'œuvre de l'existence.

If your last words are somehow meant to encapsulate your entire existence, Liz finds um strangely appropriate. Um means nothing. Um is what you say while you're thinking of what you'll really say. Um suggests someone interrupted before they'd begun. Um is a fifteen-year-old girl who gets hit by a taxicab in front of a mall on the way to help pick out a prom dress for a prom she isn't even going to, for God's sake.

A glimmer of a notion of a nothing of a whisper of a figment of an idea.

A truly magnificent thing about the way the brain was coded, Sam thought, was that it could say "Excuse me" while meaning "Screw you.

The man who has no memory makes one out of paper.

The Catholic schoolgirl in me was scandalized by the thought; I told her we'd been thrown out of Catholic school so she should shut up.

He is thinking about his brain. It strikes him that it is odd to have to use the thing that may not be working to consider the thing that isn't working.

He is thinking about his brain. It strikes him that it is odd to have to use the thing that may not be working to consider the thing that isn't working.

Letting his gaze travel possessively over her, he drank in the loveliness of her face as she sat in a ray of sunlight. 'To be sure, she had a temper to match those red streaks in her golden hair,' he thought fondly. Her pale blond eyebrows were knitted in thought as she worked. She had luxurious lashes and cobalt eyes with the power to devastate him. She had a smattering of light freckles on her cheeks and fine, aristocratic features.