Quotes About Mind

The lightning bug is brilliant, But he hasn't any mind; He blunders through existence With his headlight on behind... But the measuring worm is different, When he starts after pelf, He stretches to the limit, And then he humps himself.

If we have not quiet in our own minds, outward comforts will do no more for us than a golden slipper on a gouty foot.

Man should have an intuition of this far-reaching cosmic purpose and then, if he takes care to see that his happiness shall depend as little as possible on external things, the difficulties of earthly existence will not destroy his peace of mind.

The mind has great influence over the body, and maladies often have their origin there.

Sometimes a headache is all in your head. Relax.

It may seem strange to those in health that our beliefs affect us. The fact is, there is nothing of us but belief. It is the whole capital and stock in trade of man. It is all that can be changed, and embraces everything man has made or ever will make.

A merry heart is a good medicine; but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

Heartbreak wanders throughout the body — it's a lack of oxygen to the soul, a chain dragging from the mind, a poisoning of the blood, a sorrowful symphony drowning out all else.

The destruction of ideals, whether those ideals were right or wrong, must also have been a shock to the mind and the heart. Life without idealism is empty indeed. We must have hope as we must have bread; to eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.

So the little thing grew bigger. He was healthy and normal, ate regularly, slept long hours, and yet the growing little thing was becoming an obsession. WORK PERFORMED. The phrase haunted his brain.

A cocktail or two, or several, I found, cheered me up for the foolishness of foolish people. A cocktail, or several, before dinner, enabled me to laugh whole-heartedly at things which had long since ceased being laughable. The cocktail was a prod, a spur, a kick, to my jaded mind and bored spirits.

He sniffed the sweetness of the tawny grass, which entered his brain and set his thoughts whirling on from the particular to the universal.

The hunger pangs were sharp.  They gnawed and gnawed until he could not keep his mind steady on the course he must pursue to gain the land of little sticks. 

mais do que um grão de verdade no erro contido na definição infantil de memória: memória é a coisa com a qual a gente esquece. Ser capaz de esquecer significa sanidade. Lembrar incessantemente significa

forgetfulness

Mi ha spiegato che quando s'increspava le sopracciglia e la fronte, voleva dire che c'erano delle grinze nel mio cervello ed è brutto avere grinze nei propri pensieri.

Lord Daldace looked about as if seeing the villa for the first time. "What are dreams? Ordinary experience is a dream. The eyes, the ears, the nose: they present pictures on the brain, and these pictures are called 'reality'. At night, when we dream, other pictures, of source unknown, are impinged. Sometimes the dream-images are more real than 'reality'. Which is solid, which illusion? Why trouble to make the distinction?

Let us leave this room, said Melancthe. It reeks of the brain.

If religions are diseases of the human psyche, as the philosopher Grintholde asserts

If religions are diseases of the human psyche, as the philosopher Grintholde asserts, then religious wars must be reckoned the resultant sores and cankers infecting the aggregate corpus of the human race. Of all wars, these are the most detestable, since they are waged for no tangible gain, but only to impose a set of arbitrary credos upon another's mind.

Life is a peculiar commodity, with dimensions of its own. Still, if you were to live a million years, engaged in continual pleasures of mind, spirit and body, so that every day you discovered a new delight, or solved an antique puzzle, or overcame a challenge; even a single hour wasted in torpor, somnolence or passivity would be as reprehensible as if the fault were committed by an ordinary person, with scanty years to his life.

The hand is the cutting edge of the mind. Civilisation is not a collection of finished artefacts, it is the elaboration of processes. In the end, the march of man is the refinement of the hand in action.

There are many gifts that are unique in man; but at the centre of them all, the root from which all knowledge grows, lies the ability to draw conclusions from what we see to what we do not see, to move our minds through space and time, and to recognise ourselves in the past on the steps to the present. All over these caves the print of the hand says: 'This is my mark. This is man.

Aucun ouvrage de référence au monde, avec ses citations, ne peut remplacer le lien organique qu'une affirmation trouvée par nous-même établit avec notre intuition et notre attention, si bien qu'il se forme une véritable richesse pour notre esprit. »