Quotes About Thought

When a great truth gets abroad in the world, no power on earth can imprison it, or prescribe its limits, or suppress it. She could see an orchestra in him, a whole range of instruments and sound. His voice was loud and booming. It is bound to go on until it becomes the thought of the world.

Like water, which heated to a hundred degrees will bear no increase of temperature, human thought attains in certain men its maximum intensity.

En este contexto, podemos extrapolar el aforismo que dice que «el deseo es el padre del pensamiento» y afirmar que «el miedo es la madre del suceso».

Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.

el amor es la meta última y más alta a la que puede aspirar el hombre. Percibí entonces, en toda su profundidad, el significado del mayor secreto que la poesía, el pensamiento y las creencias intentan comunicar: la salvación del hombre consiste en el amor y pasa por el amor. Comprendí

I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.

el amor es la meta última y más alta a la que puede aspirar el hombre. Percibí entonces, en toda su profundidad, el significado del mayor secreto que la poesía, el pensamiento y las creencias intentan comunicar: la salvación del hombre consiste en el amor y pasa por el amor.

The wish is father to the thought" to "The fear is mother of the event.

The truth—that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved.

Olvidar es una función tan importante de la memoria como recordar.

Rosalia. Rosa e lia. Rosa che ha inebriato, rosa che ha confuso, rosa che ha sventato, rosa che ha rá½¹so, il mio cervello s'è mangiato.

Mind moves matter.

All thinking (is) an effort to make thought escape from the thinker's mind past all obstacles as completely as possible: all society is an attempt to seise and influence and coerce each thought as it appears and force it to yield to another.

By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream

About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.

There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with this extraordinary excitement? It is Clarissa, he said. For there she was.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.

Intellectual freedom depends upon material things.

She liked getting hold of some book... and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one.

Change was incessant, and change perhaps would never cease. High battlements of thought, habits that had seemed as durable as stone, went down like shadows at the touch of another mind and left a naked sky and fresh stars twinkling in it.

Thinking is my fighting.

But how entirely I live in my imagination; how completely depend upon spurts of thought, coming as I walk, as I sit; things churning up in my mind and so making a perpetual pageant, which is to be my happiness.