Quotes About Mind

When someone rejects you they're always on your mind. Not because you love them, but because they don't love you and that bothers you

To be capable of steady friendship or lasting love, are the two greatest proofs, not only of goodness of heart, but of strength of mind.

God gave us minds to think with and hearts to thank with. Instead we use our hearts to think about the world as we would like it to have been, and we use our minds to come up with rationalizations for our ingratitude. We are a murmuring, discontented, unhappy, ungrateful people. And because we think we want salvation from our discontents...

But a woman couldn't stop her thoughts until she had them, now could she?

Poetry?" ... "No, just thoughts, glimpses, things running through my head.

Worry is a weighty monster with poisoned tentacles. It clutches at us, grabs at our minds, steals our breath, our will. It lurks. It pounces. It colors how we perceive the world.

What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.

Memories are short. It is the forgetting that I fear.

The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That we've never accomplished before. What we've done with you is groundbreaking. We cracked the code. The mind is an energy that the brain produces. Think of a glass ball twirling on your fingertip. If it falls, it shatters into a million pieces. All the parts of a ball are still there, but it will never twirl with that force on your fingertip again. The brain is the same way.

My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important.

There are a lot of memories we imagine. We play them over and over in our minds, trying to orchestrate our movements and words to perfection. Or maybe it's just that I've lived inside of my head more than any other person in the history of the world. Maybe none of us can really predict how we will act at any give moment. Maybe we're all at the mercy of circumstance in spite of our well-laid plans.

The thought weaves into her unexpectedly, as so many thoughts do, time again. How do you make the remembering stop?

Memories are short. It is the forgetting I fear.

Because too little talk frightens people and prompts questions. They're afraid of what goes on in a silent mind. As maybe they should be.

My mind reasons that there's nothing to be afraid of, but something inside me I can't control reacts differently.

where did those words go, words that where once in my head?

Assisted and attended by her younger sister Laura, who was a kind of slave to her - a very colourless young lady in mind, capable of no such thing as an original opinion, and in person a pale replica of her sister.

I can see her mind beating around the closed car like a bird. Locked in with privileges and pleasures, but also with pain.

One of the basic tenets of all metaphysical systems of thought is that we create our own reality in accord with our beliefs.

She didn't fear death itself, welcoming release from her long struggle between mind and body.

What is desire but the hard wire argument given to the mind's unstoppable mouth

Never accept an expert's opinion if it violates your own because the experts can change their minds.

So beyond us. Yet we try to reach it with our minds.

He could travel in his mind, though. He did it all the time.