Quotes About Mind

Where do they come from, thoughts? Like wrens, out of the sky. They arrive. Noisy, hungry, perfectly themselves.

it was born out of habits of mind produced by Christianity: that if you sacrificed yourself you would somehow attain the object of your desires. It was a knife of an idea, a cruel instrument of sacrifice...

The brain is a funny thing, the way it works, always looking for the most polite explanation...

The human being is a very poorly designed machine tool. The human being excels in coordination. He excels in relating perception to action. He works best if the entire human being, muscles, senses, and mind, is engaged in the work.

The human mind hungers for reality; except for the largely encapsulated id, which is the depository of the raw drives and of deeply repressed material, the other institutions of the mind, the ego and the superego, draw continuously and liberally on the culture in which they subsist, develop, succeed, and fail. While the mind presents the world with its needs, the world gives the mind its grammar, wishes their vocabulary, anxieties their object.

Sólo descansar, cerrar los ojos y no escuchar; no hacer otra cosa que respirar. Deseaba que hubiera llegado ya la hora de dormir y no seguir fuera donde había luz sino estar a oscuras, en casa, en su cuarto. Pero le sobraba soledad; y con el tiempo creía haber experimentado todas las artes posibles de la locura hasta sentir que le estallaba la cabeza.

Entonces, para ahuyentar los pensamientos de mi cabeza, permanecía acostado en la oscuridad y contenía la respiración, pero ellos volvían a infiltrarse por todas partes.

El tiempo se me va de las manos y estoy furioso por la apatía de mis miembros. Y de la furia estoy a punto de perder el conocimiento.

I left this conversation hours ago, but somehow my mouth is still moving, words are still forming, and none have seemed to offend. Amazing, the mind. My mind, I mean. Not hers.

Feelings, like waves, look more substantial than they are.

As Buddha said, "All that we are is determined by our thoughts.

the will can obey the passions instead of the reason, and this accounts for the fact that we often know what is good and what is evil—even what is good for us, what is truly best for us, for our own ultimate happiness—and yet choose evil over good, choose what we know is not in our own best interests. We can choose misery over joy if our will, led by our passions, commands our mind to focus on the short-range pleasures and ignore the long-run miseries.

If our faith rests on God's veracity, it has an absolute and eternally unshakable foundation. If it rests on our own mind, it is as secure as sand. Does your faith look like a castle or a sand castle?

Angels are made of pure spirit (mind and will) without matter, without bodies. Therefore they must communicate by mental telepathy.

Of course we should use all our powers, of mind and will and imagination, but not trust in them, for that is trusting in ourselves.

To a humble mind nothing is more astonishing than to hear its own excellence.

Each truth about God known by the mind is a new motive for loving Him with the will.

After a lifetime in academia, I have discovered that there is only one requirement for someone to actually believe any of the one hundred most absurd ideas possible for a human mind to conceive: you must be an intellectual. Some ideas are so ridiculous that only a Ph.D. could believe them.

The heart spiritually is the will, not the feelings. It is under our control. Feelings are not.

For the wise men of old, the cardinal problem of human life was how to conform the soul to objective reality, and the solution was wisdom, self-discipline, and virtue. For the modern mind, the cardinal problem is how to subdue reality to the wishes of man, and the solution is a technique.

we have that the animal does not: reason and free will, or free choice.

4) But only man knows consciously and rationally, and only man's loves can be conscious and rational and responsible through free will.

war between paralyzed telepaths.

I hate being in my brain sometimes. I have to get out. - Dan