Quotes About Mind

How can an object that wants nothing, fears nothing, enjoys nothing, needs nothing, and cares about nothing have a mind?

Cuando uno de estos patrones se fragmenta, decimos que la persona está «perdiendo la cabeza».

fe pertenece al ámbito de la mente. Si no crees que Dios tiene el dominio y que te formó para un propósito, naufragarás en el turbulento mar de la falta de propósito, te ahogarás en las corrientes y flotarás a la deriva en medio de la nada.

The heavens may speak of the glory of God, but only the lips of a child or a man or woman can speak His praise. When that praise is not coming, the destructive capacity is enormous, because the mind steals that which belongs to God and the sacred becomes profane.

it is up to the thinking Christian to train the mind, take seriously the questioner, and respond with intelligence and relevance.

Wouldn't it be fine if we could prove things with our mind, and know for certain that things are always in their place. I'd like to know what a place is like when I'm not there. I'd like to be sure.

Mother wasn't afraid of the sky in the day so much, but it was the night stars that she wanted to turn off, and sometimes I could almost see her reaching for a switch in her mind, but never finding it.

A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon. Breach man's mind. Who knows who might be the target of a well-read man?

And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind. The room was indeed empty. Every night the waves came in and bore her off on their great tides of sound, floating her, wide-eyed, toward morning. There had been no night in the last two years that Mildred had not swum that sea, had not gladly gone down in it for the third time.

I don't need an alarm clock. My ideas wake me.

More sports for everyone, group spirit, fun and you don't have to think, eh? Organize and organize and superorganize super-super sports. More cartoons in books. More pictures. The mind drinks less and less.

Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.

All of us have photographic memories, but spend a lifetime learning how to block off the things that are really in there.

In real life, as we know, the failure to relax a particular tension can lead to madness.

If only someone else's flesh and brain and memory. If only they could have taken her mind along to the dry cleaner's and emptied the pockets and steamed and cleansed it and reblocked it and brought it back in the morning. If only...

but the full moon soothes all sick animal, be they human or plan field beast. there is a serenity of color, a quietude of touch, a sweet sculpturing of mind and body in full moonlight.

custodians of our peace of mind, the focus of our understandable and rightful dread of being inferior; official censors, judges, and executors.

More sports for everyone, group spirit, fun, and you don't have to think, eh? Organize and organize and super organize super-super sports. More cartoons in books. More pictures. The mind drinks less and less. Impatience. Highways full of crowds going somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, nowhere.

He held both hands over his eyes and applied a steady pressure there as if to crush memory into place.

If only they could have taken her mind along to the dry cleaner's and emptied the pockets and steamed and cleansed it and reblocked it and brought it back in the morning. If only . .

More cartoons in books. More pictures. The mind drinks less and less. Impatience. Highways full of crowds going somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, nowhere. The gasoline refugee.

When Douglas walked, his mind ran, when he ran, his mind walked.

We carry our homes in our heads.

Le téléviseur est réel. Il est présent. Il a ses dimensions. Il vous dit ce qu'il faut penser, vous le hurle à la figure. Il doit avoir raison. Il semble avoir raison. Il vous pousse à un tel rythme vers ses conclusions que votre esprit n'a pas le temps de s'écrier: C'est idiot.