Quotes About Mind

Each morning my mind is like a dry sponge. Whatever I soak up first is what I'll be most saturated with each day. And what I'm most saturated with each day is what I'll leak out on others when life's tough stuff squeezes me.

Struggling with my weight isn't God's mean curse on me. Being overweight is an outside indication that internal changes are needed for my body to function properly and for me to feel well.

What the mind focuses on, it feasts on. And if you want to know what a person's focus and feast is, all you have to do is listen to the words that come out of her mouth.

those with minds fully braced, upheld, and supported by truth and trust in God will be kept in perfect peace. The mind feasts on what it focuses on. What consumes my thinking will be the making or the breaking of my identity. Will

The mind feasts on what it focuses on.

Jesus is the gatekeeper for the thoughts I put in my mind and the identity I allow to sink into my heart. Lord

Some prisons don't require bars to keep people locked inside.

Every time you make a choice you are turning the central part of you, the part of you that chooses, into something a little different than it was before.

Trauma isn't just something that happens to you. It happens in you

It may, indeed, be said that sympathy exists in all minds, as Faraday has discovered that magnetism exists in all metals; but a certain temperature is required to develop the hidden property, whether in the metal or the mind.

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh.

Thought is valuable in proportion as it is generative.

Durant les longues nuits et les longues journées passées sous l'effet de la cocaïne dans la chambre de Yag, il me vint à l'esprit que ce qui importe à l'homme ce ne sont pas les événements survenus dans sa vie, mais seulement les répercussions de ces événements dans sa conscience.... ...L'homme vit donc non des événements du monde qui l'entoure mais des reflets de ces événements dans sa conscience.

Perception of a state is not the state.

Some would call this "volcanic rage"—a mind state that murderers need to enter in order to commit the crime—although they are well aware of what's going on around them. Another

My life and my mind, I realized, were screwed up enough without me adding to it with drugs.

He fished steadily, trying to fight down a dragging, aching sense of loss, wondering how one's brain should know all the sensible answers while one's emotions longed for the unattainable.

I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.

A work of art is essentially the internal made external, resulting from a creative process operating under the impulse of feeling, and embodying the combined product of the poet's perceptions, thoughts, and feelings. The primary source and subject matter of a poem, therefore, are the attributes and actions of the poet's own mind; or of if aspects of the external world, then these only as they are converted from fact to poetry by the feelings and operations of the poet's mind.

Travel continues to broaden the mind and slim the wallet.

We remember the best fiction as though experienced, and we finish the greatest works with access to the inner-lives of the mind in a way life refuses us.

The soul can recall what the mind forgets.

Keep thinking. You can hear our brains rattling around inside us, like the littler Russian dolls.

The worst stage was when one could tell she was still awake and almost alert, but she knew that nothing worked. Imprisoned. She was imprisoned. In a statue like the Sphinx. Looking out from the eyes. Her own mind, at that point, was as small and bewildered as a little fly. Behind great battlements.