Quotes About Thought

Je pose la tasse et me tourne vers mon esprit.

Mas as coisas que sabemos, temo-las, se não entre as mãos, pelo menos no pensamento, onde as dispomos à nossa vontade, o que nos dá a ilusão de uma espécie de domínio sobre elas.

The thought of being made comfortable gives him strength to endure his pain.

And while Bloch's eye gleamed as he thought of what the conversation of these marvellous people must have been, I was thinking that I had exaggerated my pleasure in their society, having never got any until I was alone and could differentiate them in my imagination. Did Bloch realise this?

A imobilidade das coisas que nos cercam talvez lhes seja imposta por nossa certeza de que essas coisas são elas mesmas e não outras, pela imobilidade de nosso pensamento perante elas.

Não tinha à minha frente mais que um senhor de casaca que se ia afastando; mas eu manobrava em seu redor, como um refletor defeituoso, e sem conseguir aplicá-lo exatamente sobre ele, o pensamento de que era o príncipe de Saxe e ia ver a princesa de Guermantes.

a bee drugged with tobacco smoke that had ceased to take any thought for preserving the accumulation of its labours and the hopes of its hive.

Ni siquiera desde el punto de vista de las cosas más insignificantes de la vida somos los hombres un todo materialmente constituido, idéntico para todos, y del que cualquiera puede enterarse como de un pliego de condiciones o de un testamento. Nuestra personalidad social es una creación del pensamiento de los demás.

Não há nada como o desejo para impedir que as coisas que se dizem possuam qualquer semelhança com o que se tem no pensamento.

there is always less egoism in pure imagination than in recollection;

La filosofia parla spesso di atti liberi e di atti necessari. Forse non ve n'è nessuno più completamente subìto da noi di quello che, in virtù di una forza ascensionale compressa durante l'azione, fa, quando il nostro pensiero è in riposo, risalire così un ricordo livellato agli altri dalla forza oppressiva della distrazione, e slanciarsi, perché a nostra insaputa esso conteneva più degli altri un fascino di cui ci accorgiamo soltanto ventiquattro ore dopo.

that their merit resides in the impression that they make on their readers. It is a synthetic Venus, of which we have but one truncated limb if we confine ourselves to the thought of the author, for it is realised in its completeness only in the minds of his readers. In them it finds its fulfilment. And as a crowd, even a select crowd, is not an artist, this final seal of approval which it sets upon the article must always retain a certain element of vulgarity.

I was sensible also of their voices, more disquieting still, perhaps (for not only does a voice offer the same strange and sensuous surfaces as a face, it issues from that unknown, inaccessible region the mere thought of which sets the mind swimming with unattainable kisses), their voices each like the unique sound of a little instrument into which the player put all her artistry and which was found only in her possession.

but the steps of thought we take during the lonely work of artistic creation all lead us downward, deeper into ourselves, the only direction that is not closed to us, the only direction in which we can advance, albeit with much greater travail, toward an outcome of truth. Moreover, friendship is not just devoid of virtue, as conversation is, it is actively pernicious.

An artist has no need to express his thought directly in a work for the work to reflect its quality; it has even been said that the highest praise of God is to be found in the denial of Him by the atheist, who considers creation to be perfect enough to dispense with a Creator.

But the imagination goes beyond the reality in supposition.

No por saber una cosa se la puede impedir; pero siquiera las cosas que averiguamos las tenemos, si no entre las manos, por lo menos en el pensamiento, y allí están a nuestra disposición, lo cual nos inspira la ilusión de gozar sobre ellas una especie de dominio

Because before you acquired language, you didn't exist.

We explain the world the way we think about it. There's no way out of our minds.

Death--a stopping of impressions through the senses, and of the pulling of the cords of motion, and of the ways of thought, and of service to the flesh.

He is a true fugitive who flies from reason.

Be not careless in deeds, nor confused in words, nor rambling in thought.

He tried to grasp the thought, but it was like throwing his arms around smoke.

Vivere est cogitare. (To think is to live)