Quotes About Thought

As he flushed, an unexpected realization hit him. This is the Pope's toilet, he thought. I just took a leak in the Pope's toilet. He had to chuckle. The Holy Throne.

Human thought can literally transform the physical world .. we are the masters of our own universe

America's forefathers had a vision of a spiritually enlightened utopia, in which freedom of thought, education of the masses, and scientific advancement would replace the darkness of outdated religious superstition.

Well-directed thought is a learned skill. To manifest an intention requires laserlike focus, full sensory visualization, and a profound belief.

Meaning … if enough people begin thinking the same thing, then the gravitational force of that thought becomes tangible … and it exerts actual force." Katherine winked. "And it can have a measurable effect in our physical world.

In that instant, Langdon felt the tiniest of tremors in the earth beneath him, as if a tipping point had been reached … as if religious thought had just traversed the farthest reaches of its orbit and was now circling back, wearied from its long journey, and finally coming home.

It's prophetic, really. Today, man's most advanced inventions are being used to study man's most ancient ideas. The science of Noetics may be new, but it's actually the oldest science on earth—the study of human thought." She turned to him now, her eyes filled with wonder. "And we're learning that the ancients actually understood thought more profoundly than we do today.

the human thought, if properly focused, had the ability to affect and change

A Igreja não devia ter permissão pra nos dizer o que pensar

A focused thought could affect literally anything

Ajatuksen yleinen hyväksyntä ei ole todiste sen oikeellisuudesta.

and the power of reason." The word noetic

Langdon wondered if maybe Edmond had discovered that human intellect, after aeons of progress, was now on the decline. There were certainly alarming indicators to suggest this might be true.

As he flushed, an unexpected realization hit him. This is the Pope's toilet, he thought. I just took a leak in the Pope's toilet. He had to chuckle. The Holy Throne.

Faukman hung up the phone, shaking his head in disbelief. Authors, he thought. Even the sane ones are nuts.   Inside

Energy follows thought; no matter how hard we work or how much we know, we tend to rise to our assumed limits, and no higher.

A philosopher/mathematician named Bertrand Russell who lived and died in the same century as Gass once wrote: "Language serves not only to express thought but to make possible thoughts which could not exist without it." Here is the essence of mankind's creative genius: not the edifices of civilization nor the bang-flash weapons which can end it, but the words which fertilize new concepts like spermatazoa attacking an ovum.

beyond ideology and ambition, beyond thought and emotion, there was only pain. And salvation from it.

He suspected that Duane had lived in those lofty realms of thought, listening to the voices of men long dead rising from books the way he'd once said he listened to late-night radio shows in his basement.

In his twenties, John Bridgens most identified with Hamlet. The strangely aging Prince of Denmark—Bridgens was quite sure that the boy Hamlet had magically aged over a few theatrical weeks to a man who was, at the very least, in his thirties by Act V—had been suspended between thought and deed, between motive and action, frozen by a consciousness so astute and unrelenting that it made him think about everything, even thought itself.

Francis Bacon once said, "There arises from a bad and unapt formation of words a wonderful obstruction to the mind.

In the beginning was the Word. Then came the fucking word processor. Then came the thought processor. Then came the death of literature. And so it goes. Francis

Language serves not only to express thought but to make possible thoughts which could not exist without it.

I hope that on the morning of my forty-ninth birthday, in Hemingway's last moments, he might have been thinking, if his sorrow and depression allowed him such a luxury as coherent thought, not only of his final, decisive, twelve-gauge gesture of ultimate defiance but also of any victories he had won in his long-running war against invisible enemies.