Quotes About Mind

Our conscious mind thinks it's in control, but it isn't. Our subconscious mind doesn't think about anything, but is in control.

this whiff of tissue harbors our mental maps—and our memories. In fact, our recollections appear to be all bound up with where we experienced an event.

The imagination is not a single mental phenomenon or skill, but multifactorial, a constellation of related activities contributing constitutively to the full dimensionality of human consciousness and our relations to the world.

The instinct, the thought deep inside Rebecca's mind whispered, to protect the mate. Broderick came back at her, his fury born of the same kind of instinct.

body odours are certainly affected by high levels of stress. Working too much; too many problems; no time for leisure, etcetera, can - on a subconscious level - be recognised in the way you smell. Love Professor - to Jennifer

Most people did not think dirty thoughts at a time like this. Only me.

He nodded to my fiddle case. "Why didn't you come play with me?" Immediately he rolled his eyes at himself. "That's not what I meant." I didn't point out that if he was constantly hearing double entendres in his own words, he had a dirtier mind than he wanted to let on. Sam having a dirty mind was okay with me. It was adorable, actually, as long as his mind was on me.

The fact that so many thoughts could have gone through my head in 3.36 seconds is testament to the infinitude of an individual consciousness. There is no end to it, no way to measure it. Consciousness is like the cosmos multiplied by the number of people alive in the world (assuming that consciousness dies when we do, and it may not) because each of our minds is a cosmos of its own: unknowable, even to ourselves.

If we human beings are information processing machines, reading X's & O's and translating that information into what people oh so breathlessly call "experience", & if I had not only the information but the artistry to shape that information using the computer inside my brain, then, technically speaking, was I not having all the same experiences those other people were having?

It was starting to rain, big sloppy drops spilling onto the windshield. No thunder yet. His driving was stymied by a clobbering sensation of loss. But what exactly had he lost? Himself as he had been, firm-bodied and flabby-minded? Some clarity of vision he once had possessed? Or was it the old, dormant chamber of his bicameral mind calling out to him, reminding him of the days when rocks and trees and statues had spoken with the voices of gods?

She says, My job is to show you a door you can open. And she taps the top of her head. It leads wherever you want it to go, she says.

The forest is like a sentient creature drawing breath around me. The moon's brightness has a sound. It rings in the sky. I've had a fever, which has been hard, but it has left my mind clearer than before. There's another way of seeing the world, like looking through the bottom of a glass.

Charlotte would always try to make it personal. It was the reigning habit of mind in this land without history, this era when all relationships of time and space, of cause and effect, had been obliterated by the touch of a key. And so people were adrift, lacking any context by which to orient themselves, seeking to fill the breach with personal history, that diminutive, myopic substitute.

There's a fine line between thinking about somebody and thinking about NOT thinking about somebody (...).

Shared information becomes more categorical than it is when originally presented in the individual mind. It occurs because of the greatly reduced channels of information flow between two or more separate minds, compared to the representational capacities of the individual mind, combined with the string pressure to minimize information loss.

Beauty is only skin deep. I think what's really important is finding a balance of mind, body and spirit.

It's not the bad memories that tear a person apart. It's the good ones.

Bryn?" Chase's voice was a whisper in my mind, and the sensation sent a single chill up my spine. "Yes?" "You asked me what I liked, before." He paused, and all the silence tickled my mind, the chill in my spine climbing its way to the hairs on the back of my neck. "Before, I loved cars, Yeats, having a bedroom that locked from the inside, and you.

These days, it seems like you can't throw a fish in a bookstore without hitting a high-stakes love triangle--not that I recommend the throwing of fish in bookstores, mind you, as it certainly annoys the booksellers, not to mention the fish...

My mind is more like a roller coaster inside a labyrinth buried in an M. C. Escher painting that is riding on another roller coaster.

Wie weten het nog meer?' vroeg Grayson op dat ongeïnteresseerd klinkende troonopvolgerstoontje van hem dat je de indruk gaf dat hij degene die hij de vraag stelde een gunst verleende, aangezien hij het antwoord ook met geweld uit hun gedachten had kunnen trekken.

It would be nice if you could have some control over it, deciding which memories would stay, which would be banished to the netherworld. Poof. Just like that.

It's odd, really. Trying to impose order on nature. The garden is a living, breathing thing; sometimes I'm quite sure it's got a mind of its own.

Young Reverend Ayers looks at a lake and sees only his own reflection in it; that is what God is to him. He does not see the creatures that live down deep, the dragonflies that hover, the frog on the lily pad." Auntie's face was full of pity and scorn as she shook her head and spat tobacco juice again. "His heart and mind are closed to the true beauty of the lake, the place where all its magic lies.