Quotes About Mind

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind; None can be called deformed but the unkind: Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks, o'erflourished by the devil.

Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. For if you love me I will always be in your heart; if you hate me I will always be in your mind.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of the perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? DOCTOR: Therein the patient Must minister to himself.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death: I'll ne'er bear a base mind: an 't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: no man's too good to serve's prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.

If your mind dislike anything obey it

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

I am a bastard, too. I love bastards! I am bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valor, in everything illegitimate.

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!

Make not your thoughts your prisons.

I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so.

That they lack, for if their heads had any intellectual armour they could never wear such heavy headpieces

Non v'è arte buona a leggere nel volto i disegni della mente.

The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.

The will of man is by his reason sway'd;

Thou talk'st of nothing. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasty; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face t the dew-dropping south.

My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts, and these same thoughts people this little world.

Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)