Quotes About Mind

Aunt Elizabeth was one of those people who never do understand anything unless it is told them in plain language and hammered into their heads. And thy they understand it only with their brains and not with their hearts.

You must excuse me, Anne. I've got a habit of being outspoken and folks mustn't mind it. But they can't help minding it. And I don't think it's any help that it's your habit. What would you think of a person who went about sticking pins and needles into people and saying, 'Excuse me, you mustn't mind it . . . it's just a habit I've got.' You'd think he was crazy, wouldn't you?

Oh, I wouldn't have minded its being heretical. I can stand wickedness, but I can't stand foolishness

Did you really say it? Or did I imagine that you did? I think you'd better learn to control that imagination of yours, Anne, if you can't distinguish between what is real and what isn't, said Marilla crossly.

To my mind's eye, my buried memories of Brandham Hall are like effects of chiaroscuro, patches of light and dark: it is only with effort that I see them in terms of colour. There are things I know, though I don't know how I know them, and things that I remember. Certain things are established in my mind as facts, but no picture attaches to them; on the other hand there are pictures unverified by any fact which recur obsessively, like the landscape of a dream.

As he grew accustomed to the dark, his mind seemed to stop functioning and he could no longer keep his eyes open. Was he still walking, or had he stopped? All he sensed was a wavelike motion in his head, like black ocean swells; the darkness attached itself to his mind, unsettled, flustered, confused

There isn't a thought in my head I care to be alone with for more than five minutes.

You're the only man I know whose brain don't work unless it's in the shade.

But once in a while, even if nobody mentioned one, the thought of women entered his head all on its own, and once it came it usually tneded to stay for several hours, filling his noggin like a cloud of gnats. Of course, a cloud of gnats was nothing in comparison to a cloud of Gulf coast mosquitoes, so the thought of women was not that bothersome, but it was a thought Pea would rather not have in his head.

He was annoyed with his mind—it would be a lot easier to do his task well if his mind would just behave and not keep making him scared.

Part of him wanted to remember; part of him needed to forget.

Did I still remember how to let my mind play?

It is also sometimes shocking to see what the mind is taken up with, the way it spends its day, perhaps in sharp contrast to what you're actually doing, or to your sense of who you are.

They might spend years tracing some mental formation back to its source.

We only really remember things for five years. After that, what we remember, what's actually etched in our brain is our memory of the thing, not the thing itself. And five years after that, what's left is our memory of the memory.

The only laws of matter are those that our minds must fabricate and the only laws of mind are fabricated for it by matter.

Todas las aves tomaron del fuegosu figura. El pensamiento también tiene su origen en el fuego. Las lenguas de fuego pronuncian palabras tan frías y exactas como la verdad más cálida que puedan tener los labios. Recuerda que las palabras pueden crear de nuevo el universo. Cada vez que te sientas confundida contempla el fuego y entrégale tu mente.

Perhaps the accident he had suffered had affected his mind. Perhaps his head was full of the smoke his body had given off when it burned and just as burnt toast changes the way the whole house smells, making it unpleasant, so his smoky brain was producing these black thoughts, turning his usually pleasant words into awful ones.

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I have learned that if the mind is allowed to dwell on a circumstance more and more details will present themselves and the memory becomes much more distinct.

One of the oddest things in life, I think, is the things one remembers. One chooses to remember, I suppose. Something in one must choose.

The discipline of joy requires holding in the mind simultaneously that this too shall pass and that this too is good. This alchemy of mind isn't easy, but the good life is not always the easy life. Happiness requires effort. It is not just bestowed; it is the earned interest on what you choose to pay in.

Your mind will never lose anything forever that's worth keeping.

Christ,Syn, said another male.You are out of your fucking mind. That's right,Frosty; Synjon said against Petra's ear.Mad as a hatter.