Quotes About Mind

Distraction is an attempt to escape that rarely works. You don't put out a fire by ignoring the fire. You have to acknowledge the fire. You can't compulsively swallow or tweet or drink your way out of pain. There comes a point at which you have to face it. To face yourself. In a world of a million distractions you are still left with only one mind.

At its worst you find yourself wishing, desperately, for any other affliction, any physical pain, because the mind is infinite, and its torments – when they happen – can be equally infinite.

Sometimes depression triggers anxiety.

Because, you know, prime numbers are fucking serious, man. Some serious shit. They can make you lose it. They're like sirens. They call you in with their isolated beauty and before you know it you are in some major mind-shit.

They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside

Because prime numbers are fucking serious, man. Some serious shit. They can make you lose it. They're like sirens. They call you in with their isolated beauty and before you know it you are in some major mind-shit.

Si existe una manera de salir, una salida que no sea la muerte en sí, entonces el camino es a través de las palabras. Pero más que para salir de la mente por completo, las palabras nos ayudan a salir de una mente, y nos proporcionan las piezas para construir otra, similar pero mejor.

Cada libro que se ha escrito es el producto de una mente humana en un estado en particular. Si juntas todos los libros, tienes la suma final de la humanidad. Cada vez que leía un buen libro sentía que estaba leyendo una especie de mapa, un mapa del tesoro, y el tesoro al que me dirigían era en verdad yo mismo.

The rook is my favorite piece.' she said. 'It's the one you think you don't have to watch out for. It is straightforward. You keep your eyes on the queen, and the knight and the bishop, because they are the sneaky ones. But is the rook that often gets you. The straightforward is never quite what it seems.

Maybe we should be looking at how we live, and how our minds weren't made for the lives we lead.

You are not your back but you are your thoughts. If your back hurts it might hurt more by sitting down. If your mind hurts it hurts by thinking. And you feel there is no real, easy equivalent of standing back up. Though often this feeling itself is a lie.

You are the product of some strange interaction between my mind and the multiverse, some simplification of the quantum wave function or whatever it is.

I used to deal with worry by distracting myself. By going out to clubs, by drinking heavily, by spending summers in Ibiza, by wanting the spiciest food, the brashest movies, the edgiest novels, the loudest music, the latest nights. I was scared of the quiet. I was scared, I suppose, of having to slow down and soften the volume. Scared of having nothing but my own mind to listen to.

Als er een uitweg is, een andere uitweg dan de dood, dan loopt de ontsnappingsroute via de woorden. Maar woorden helpen eerder om 'een' geest te verlaten dan dé geest, en ze geven ons de bouwstenen om een nieuwe geest op te bouwen, identiek maar beter, vlak bij de oude maar met een steviger fundament en heel vaak ook een beter uitzicht.

The lonely mind in the busy city yearns for connection because it thinks human-to-human connection is the point of everything.

But she'll be there in the bathroom and she won't know how she got there.' 'And have you never walked into a room and wondered what you came in for? Have you never forgotten what you just did?

Distraction is an attempt to escape that rarely works. You don't put out a fire by ignoring the fire. You have to acknowledge the fire [...] In a world of a million distractions you are still left with only one mind.

And have you never walked into a room and wondered what you came in for? Have you never forgotten what you just did? Have you never blanked out or misremembered what you were just doing?

You are, of course, allowed to love food and music and champagne and rare sunny afternoons in October. You can love the sight of waterfalls and the smell of old books, but the love of people is off limits. Do you hear me? Don't attach yourself to people, and try to feel as little as you possibly can for those you do meet. Because otherwise you will slowly lose your mind .

The thought was like a ceaseless mind-cramp, something too uncomfortable to bear yet too strong to avoid.

And the great thing about this—the liberating thing—is that if our anxiety is in part a product of culture, it can also be something we can change by changing our reaction to that culture. In fact, we don't even need to consciously change at all. The change can happen simply by being aware. When it comes to our minds, awareness is very often the solution itself.

The lonely mind in the busy city yearns for connection because it thinks human-tohuman connection is the point of everything. But amid pure nature (or the 'tonic of wildness' as Thoreau called it) solitude took on a different character. It became in itself a kind of connection. A connection between herself and the world. And between her and herself.

A collision between an ancient mind and a modern world (evolutionary psychology).

Het probleem van tumult in je hoofd is dat alles wat op korte termijn goed voelt, op de lange termijn slecht voelt. Je leidt jezelf af, terwijl je eigenlijk behoefte hebt aan zelfkennis.