Quotes About Thought

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The body moves naturally, automatically, without any personal intervention or awareness. If we think too much, our actions become slow and hesitant.

Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing.

The body moves naturally, automatically, unconsciously, without any personal intervention or awareness. But if we begin to use our faculty of reasoning, our actions become slow and hesitant.

Retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.

Profundity of thought belongs to youth, clarity of thought to old age.

Some broad themes brought me where I am today. At a very young age, my hobby became thinking and finding connections.

I don't feel that I decided deliberately I'm going to write something and have it stand alone. Somewhere by the end I think it would probably revert to imagery.

There's not one good thought in that place. There's nothing but waste and want. I can feel his selfish cravings and an abyss of secrets I hope to never know.

An inspiration - a long, deep breath of the pure air of thought - could alone give health to the heart.

The world in general doesn't know what to make of originality; it is startled out of its comfortable habits of thought, and its first reaction is one of anger.

Anger makes us all stupid.

War prevails over peace, I imagine, finally because it brings an apparently simple end to the great burden of civilized thought.

Or rather that crisp command fell upon the current of his thought like a dry leaf on the surface of a deeply flowing stream, to be borne forty years away.

The university thought of itself as a place of freedom for thought and study and experimentation, and maybe it was, in a way. But it was an island too, a floating or a flying island. It was preparing people from the world of the past for the world of the future, and what was missing was the world of the present, where every body was living its small, short, surprising, miserable, wonderful, blessed, damaged, only life.

And I sat there trying to think, and failing, thinking only that whatever I would say was probably going to be a surprise to me.

Our minds were driven out of the old boundaries into the thought of absolute loss, absolute emptiness, in a world that seemed larger even than the sky that held it.

And I have dreamed of the morning coming in like a bird through the window not burdened by a thought, —Wendell Berry, from "The Design of The House: Ideal and Hard Time," New Collected Poems (Counterpoint Press, 2012)

My mind was formed by studying philosophy, Plato and that sort of thing.

A perfect morning; in perfect harmony with myself I'm walking briskly uphill.... For once I didn't notice that I was walking, all the way up to the mountaintop forest I was absorbed in deep thought. Perfect clarity and freshness in the air, up further there's some snow. The tangerines make me completely euphoric.

Film is not analysis, it is the agitation of the mind.

Now begin Famines of thought and feeling.

No real blood flows in the veins of the knowing subject constructed by Locke, Hume, and Kant, but rather the diluted extract of reason as a mere activity of thought.

But I am a just man, even to my enemy—and I will acknowledge, beforehand, that they are cleverer brains than I thought them.