Quotes About Thought

Selfishness is a bad habit. Thats why I always rationally think through my decisions to act without regard for others.

I think, therefore I am. I'm pink, therefore I'm spam.

Study without thought is vain: thought without study is dangerous.

pensamiento es un simple instrumento cuyo alcance es muy limitado, sobre todo por el gran condicionamiento que ha sufrido la mente a lo largo de la vida. Para nosotros, pensar es actuar para resolver. Sin embargo, las actuaciones más efectivas no suelen venir del proceso de pensar, sino de algo mucho más sutil y profundo. A eso es a lo que llamamos conciencia o capacidad de darse cuenta no solo de lo que se piensa, sino sobre todo de lo que se es.

No comprendo y basta. No quiero pensar en todo esto

antes de empezar a olvidarse, tiene que acordarse, que empezar a acordarse.

qué es la vacilación sino un rodeo de la conciencia?

Uno de los trayectos más estimulantes de esta vida es el tránsito por el idioma. El pensamiento avanza de palabra en palabra. Es una senda llena de sorpresas y algunas veces totalmente inédita. Y cuando pasa a ser sonido, cuando cada vocablo por fin coincide con la voz que lo espera, entonces lo normal se convierte en milagro. Paso a paso, sílaba a sílaba, el idioma pasa a ser una revelación.

Toby thought. It was a painful process, since he was not in the habit of thinking very much about anything.

The regime had understood that one person leaving her house while asking herself: Are my trousers long enough? Is my veil in place? Can my make-up be seen? Are they going to whip me? No longer asks herself: Where is my freedom of thought? Where is my freedom of speech? My life, is it liveable? What's going on in the political prisons?

was time to think. I made some pancakes. I gave Sludge a bone. We ate and thought. I knew that my mother had not made Monster Cookies for a week. Today she'd discovered that the recipe was gone. So the recipe might have been missing for a week or less than a week.

Although the thought has occurred to me regularly over the past two decades that, at least in the United States, it is simply impossible to be, with integrity, both evangelical and intellectual, this epistle is not a letter of resignation from the evangelical movement.

Science! thou fair effusive ray from the great source of mental Day, free, generous, and refin'd! Descend with all thy treasures fraught, illumine each bewilder'd thought, and bless my labouring mind.

Barry's of a mind it's better to be silent and presumed a fool than to open your mouth and remove doubt altogether.

In triunal rigidity, your three brains become aligned with a reality that isn't the one you're currently facing. This leaves you trapped in thought patterns that don't make sense in the present and stops you from accurately processing changes in the future. The result? Chronically crazy behavior—that is, doing the same things over and over and expecting a new reality to change back into the old reality in which those things worked.

Consciousness is a computational goal state

Oh, we are in an angsty mood tonight!" "True, true. And what good does it do? Maybe 'we' think too much, in between bouts of not thinking enough." "I think you've just written out the recipe for being human.

History resists an ending as surely as nature abhors a vacuum; the narrative of our days is a run-on sentence, every full stop a comma in embryo. But more: like thought, like water, history is fluid, unpredictable, dangerous. It leaps and surges and doubles back, cuts unpredictable channels, surfaces suddenly in places no one would expect.

a moment in the past, like a bone in the throat, that needed his attention.

Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.

Pino forced himself to stop. He could not let fear take control of his brain. Fear had no business here. He had to think, and he had to think clearly.

Custom is, to think a handsome thing in private but tame it down in the utterance.

Nothing stays not even change, That can grow tired of it's own name; The very thought too much for it. Somewhere in air a stillness is, So far, so thin- But let it alone. Whoever we are it is not for us

You can't imagine what a pleasure this complete laziness is to me: not a thought in my brain- you might send a ball rolling through it!