Quotes About Thought

Put your seat belt on," Deborah told her, and, completely as an afterthought, she turned to me and said, "I guess you can ride along." I almost told her, No, don't bother, I will stay here and feed mosquitoes, but at the last second I remembered that Deborah's record with sarcasm was not good, so I just nodded and buckled up. Deborah

So I sat for a few more minutes, trying to think, and realizing only that I was still not as good at it as I used to be. Maybe I never really was. I'd probably just been stumbling along wrapped in a cloud of ignorant luck, unaware that there was a huge storm of Retribution trailing along behind me. It had caught up to me at last, and I wasn't going to think myself out of it.

I blinked. I had just had another thought, something very significant; I was quite sure of it. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was there. I rewound my thoughts, marching them by again at a slower speed. I sat up even straighter in my chair as I scanned—and there it was. I don't know if I found it because I had such excellent posture, but just in case, I sent a little mental thank-you card back through time to Mrs. Parker.

I opened the door and Brian stepped through. "Brother," he said. "We may not have a lot of time." "That thought had occurred to me," I said. "Along with a few others of a more personal nature." He showed me his teeth and took my elbow. "Time for recriminations later," he said. "Right now there's work to do.

I went over it all in my head, again and again, and it all added up the same way, and the only thing that really stuck out was the thought that it was all very simple, perfectly connected, coherent and logical and right, and I had no choice but to act as quickly as I could, and why should that be bothersome?

All part of the morning ritual: Astor never wanted anything Rita gave her to eat. And I found it oddly comforting that I knew what would happen next, as Rita and the kids followed the every-morning script and I waited for the cold pills to kick in and return to me the power of independent thought. Until then, no need to worry; I didn't have to do anything but follow the pattern.

I jumped out of the cab and flung money at the driver without counting it or waiting for change, and as I ran into the terminal I thought, Chuppah. That was the name of the Jewish wedding canopy. Remembering the word pleased me a whole lot more than it should have, and I made a mental note to think about why that mattered some other day. I

For no reason at all a synonym for unformed popped into my head: inchoate. I don't know why I thought of that word right now. I didn't need a synonym. What I needed was a sea change, a paradigm shift, an evolution in the zeitgeist, something to make the entire world get off my back and pick on somebody else for a while.

He does, however, make one small attempt to stay interested. During the Hop-on-Hop-off Bus Tour of Paris, as the taped program drones out the names of the different fascinating locations with massive historical significance in eight languages, a thought comes unasked for into Dexter's slowly suffocating brain.

He thought of his father's word, careful. A careful flyer is a defensive flyer, and a defensive flyer will shoot down no one. No, Father, you do not kill your enemy by being careful.

The mind is free and uncorhursable.

Corpul ii era ca o tulpina, sustinand laleaua creierului sau.

It had already crossed her mind that the swimming pool might invite oblivion.

What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. —T. H. Key Of

He (Rene Descartes) posited the existence of two parallel yet separate domains of reality: res cogitans, the thinking substance of the subjective mind whose essence is thought, and res extensa, or the extended substance of the material world. Mental stuff and material (including brain) stuff are absolutely distinct, he argued.

Somehow, she knew the thought of an apology would never cross his mind. He was fae. In his mind, everything that had transpired was just and reasonable, even if it made no sense to her.

You're in the middle of a conversation, listening to someone talk. All of a sudden your mind wanders to the report due tomorrow morning at work. That thought leads you to one about your co-worker who is supposed to have his portion of it completed for you. But will he come through?

What are we going to do with the body? She had visions of dragging it into the swamp, whispering, Here, gator, gator, and she made a little sound of distress at the thought.

Wenn Vernunft wirklich feurige Materie wäre, wie von Diogenes als Erstem angenommen wurde, so sähe man es doch am besten daran, wie über die Jahrhunderte hinweg der eine Nachdenkende die Gedanken eines anderen aufnimmt und versucht, ihnen das Eigene hinzuzufügen und sie so am Leben zu halten.

without memory, man is nothing more than a bit of flesh on the planet's surface. Then they rake the grass and carry the garden furniture from the terrace to beneath the roof of the shed, they deflate the rubber dinghy that Richard hasn't tried out a

You know, there are some words I've known since I was a schoolboy: ' With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.' Those words were uttered by Judge Aaron Satie as wisdom and warning. The first time any man's freedom is trodden on we're all damaged. I fear that today...

The first time any man's freedom is trodden. With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied – chains us all, irrevocably.

although all debts in word, deed, and thought were washed away in baptism. He, then, who sees aright, sees whence, and when, and where he must hope for that perfection to which nothing can be added.

Evil thought is a dangerous pet. It is safer to play with it from behind the iron bars of circumstance.