Quotes About Mind

He said He would forgive us when we ask. If it's peace of mind you're seeking, it's available." "In church." "No." She pressed her hand over his heart. "You won't find what you're seeking in any building.

If your brain does not receive sufficient stimulus, it might find something else to do—it daydreams, it wanders, it thinks about itself. If this goes on too long, it can affect your mind's normal functioning. Chronic boredom correlates with depression and attention deficits.

A lazy brain does no one any good.

Your brain needs exercise, just like your body," he said. "A lazy brain does no one any good.

I give my mind the liberty to follow the first wise or foolish idea that presents itself, just as in the avenue de Foy our dissolute youths follow close on the heels of some strumpet, then leave her to pursue another, attacking all of them and attaching themselves to none. My thoughts are my strumpets.

Quella perdita della libertà nello spazio fisico, aveva trovato il modo di compensarla, sostituendovi spazi di pensiero nuovi. Ciascuno se la cava come può, ammesso che ci riesca.

Before this moment I'd lived as a mind. Body, heart, soul, intellect, so we care ourselves into parts. But the whole of us, what can it be?

The lid, however, wouldn't shut. The mind held back the whole sky.

In fact he was no longer persuaded that blood and revolution made useful tools for altering the concepts in a person's mind. Who said it?—probably Confucius—" I can't beat a sculpture from a stone with a sledgehammer; I can't free the soul of a man by violence." Peace was here, peace was now. Peace promised in any other time or place was a lie.

Sooner or later the mind grasps at a thought and follows it into the labyrinth, one thought branching into another. Then the labyrinth caves in on itself and you find yourself outside. You were never inside—it was a dream.

In those days he'd known how to sit still. He'd learned to live a good part of each day in the silence under the world. Now the world lived in his mind, it colonized his solitude like a virus, thoughts crawled, shot, rained through his meditation, and every one pierced him.

Our limitations and success will be based, most often, on your own expectations for ourselves. What the mind dwells upon, the body acts upon.

Periodic stress does not harm the body, but ongoing chronic stress causes lasting damage.

This was a cruel trick of the mind, yes, but Teddy had long ago accepted the logic of it—waking, after all, was an almost natal state. You surfaced without a history, then spent the blinks and yawns reassembling your past, shuffling the shards into chronological order before fortifying yourself for the present. What

thousands of years of study and experience have made it easier to heal the body, but no one has gotten much past square one on the human mind.

Qualsiasi cosa tu abbia intenzione di fare, Teddy, non prendere quelle pillole.

Ora si chieda, come da il dolore a entrare nel corpo? -Dipende da dove ti fai male. -No. Non ha nulla a che vedere con la carne. Il cervello spedisce segnali neurali attraverso il sistema nervoso. Il cervello controlla il dolore. Controlla la paura. Il sonno. L'empatia. La fame. Tutto ciò che associamo al cuore o all'anima o al sistema nervoso in realtà è controllato dal cervello. Tutto.

While a pure mind may be a saintly ideal, for the rest of us mortals controlling our behavior is an enormous enough achievement.

There is a huge new frontier awaiting our exploration, and it is not the macrocosm of the universe but the microcosm of the mind.

The senior disciple is your creative mind, your ability to absorb knowledge, solve problems and invent new solutions. The second disciple is your ability to organize your world and channel your energy in constructive ways. The junior disciple is your social charisma—just as every organization needs some way to interact with the outside world, this organism known as you also requires an interface with other people.

What am I more than elaborate sentience?

helpful. The spirit is God-conscious. The soul

I do not live in you, I bear my house inside me, everywhere until your winters grow more kind by the dancing firelight of mind where knobs of brass do not exist whose doors dissolve in tenderness House that lets in, at last, those fears that are its guests, to sit on chairs feasts on their human faces, and takes pity simply by the hand shows her her room, and feels the hum of wood and brick becoming home.

When you set out to change the world, the job seems insurmountable, but each of us can do his or her small part to effect change. We change the world when we choose to create a world of forgiveness in our own hearts and minds.