Quotes About Mind

Isn't human mind a funny thing? A bullet is a bullet, dead is dead. The reduction in probability of your demise is precisely the same in both cases. Why isn't your price the same?

Proverbs are mental gems gathered in the diamond districts of the mind.

To appreciate and use correctly a valuable maxim requires a genius, a vital appropriating exercise of mind, closely allied to that which first created it.

...though many a gatherer has carried his basket through these diamond districts of the mind...

Artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact.

Doctors don't know everything really. They understand matter, not spirit. And you and I live in the spirit.

When the Mind is correct, the brush will be also.

Make not your thoughts you prisons.

The mind of guilt is full of scorpions.

To be or not to be that is the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the stings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing them, end them.

Our bodies are our gardens - our wills are our gardeners.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

'Tis in my memory lock'd,And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,So honor peereth in the meanest habit.

He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.

Your mind is tossing on the ocean.

But to my mind,—though I am native hereAnd to the manner born—it is a customMore honor'd in the breach than the observance.

True, I talk of dreams,Which are the children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Macbeth: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,Raze out the written troubles of the brain,And with some sweet oblivious antidoteCleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuffWhich weighs upon the heart?Doctor: Therein the patientMust minister to himself.Macbeth: Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

While memory holds a seatIn this distracted globe. Remember thee!Yea, from the table of my memoryI'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

Tell me where is fancy bred,Or in the heart or in the head?How begot, how nourished?Reply, reply.