Quotes About Mind

We think our brain is a marble mausoleum, when in fact it's a house made of cardboard boxes, a shack stranded between an empty field and an endless dusk.

No podía creer que fuera de noche todavía, que esa incandescencia fuera la noche. Daba lo mismo cerrar los ojos o mantenerlos abiertos.

Yo no puedo olvidar nada. Dicen que ése es mi problema.

El silencio es como una pantalla blanca que hay que llenar. Si la llenas, ya nada malo puede ocurrirte.

One operates on the mind with the mind. What else is there, after all?

Nothing enchants the mind more than the existence of the outside world, of something that resists it and will not obey.

Y?jñavalkya immediately separated out the two essential points in every sacrificial act: substitution and the transposition from the visible to the realm of the mind.

the mind always has logic; it might not be obvious logic, but the mind has its reasons for connecting two seemingly unlike notions. -Carol Muske, Translations: Idea to Image

A person alone in a room is like the soul in the body.

Imagination is not held within the mind, but it is potentially active in all the areas of transition from persons to objects or pictures. It operates, in other words, in the same zones as projection and its metaphors.

the extent of Ronchamp's resemblance to other things is exceptionally broad. Nor is it only an issue of extent. More is at stake. The nature of the building alters drastically when what it resembles cannot be traced back to Le Corbusier's mind; it becomes less predictable and its meaning is less stable.

All of life, I wanted to tell him, is in our minds. Where else does it take place, where else do we add up what it means to us and subtract what we have lost? An event is just an event until some person attaches meaning to it.

A while later, I lingered in the hinterlands of sleep. Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of both states, and finds the truths that are hidden alike by daylight and dreams. Things we are not ready to know abide in that place, awaiting that unguarded frame of mind.

I tried to unbelieve that it had happened, to force time back by sheer effort of will.

A man's deep friendships were the most important thing he could possess. Things can be broken, or lost. All a man can keep for certain are the things in his mind and heart.

We live in our bodies. An assault on that outside fortress of the mind leaves scars that may not show, but never heal.

I sleep like an old woman now, she thought to herself. In fits and starts. It isn't sleeping and it isn't waking and it isn't rest.

Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of both states, and finds the truths that are hidden alike by daylight and dreams. Things we are not ready to know abide in that place, awaiting that unguarded frame of mind.

There is no more slippery task than to refrain from thinking of something.

It was all in your mind," Chade told me sometime later, and it stung that he dismissed so lightly all that I had endured. All of life, I wanted to tell him, is in our minds. Where else does it take place, where else do we add up what it means to us and subtract what we have lost? An event is just an event until some person attaches meaning to it.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, Nighteyes was frantic. 'Poisoned. That water is poisoned.' I couldn't frame a thought to reassure him.

As well to clutch at the moon's reflection in a still midnight pond as to seek a grip on that bright mind.

There's a difference between thinking an action is wise and doing it.

Más tarde comencé a merodear por el umbral del sueño. A veces creo que se descansa mejor en la frontera que separa la vigilia y el sueño que durmiendo. La mente erra bajo el crepúsculo de ambos estados y es capaz de desvelar las verdades que guardan tanto la luz del día como los sueños. Todo aquello que no estamos preparados para descubrir pervive en ese límite, a la espera de encontrarse con ese rincón desprotegido de la psique.