Quotes About Mind

Fii cu b?gare de seam?! Mintea celui ce crede este o minte care stagneaz?. Nu se dezvolt? spre exterior, într-un univers infinit.

Frica ucide mintea. Frica este moartea m?runt?, purt?toarea desfiin??rii totale.

we can regard the human soul as a form of computer program, a program running on a wet computer we call the human brain.

Your mind is a treasure house that you should stock well and it's the one part of you the world can't interfere with.

Clarke, define resplendent. I think it's shining, sir. Pithy, Clarke, but adequate. McCourt, give us a sentence with pithy. Clarke is pithy but adequate, sir. Adroit, McCourt. You have a mind for the priesthood, my boy, or politics. Think of that.

You have to study and learn so that you can make up your own mind about history and everything else, but you can't make up an empty mind. Stock your mind, stock your mind. It is your house of treasure and no one in the world can interfere with it. [...] Your mind is your house and if you fill it with rubbish (...) it will rot in your head. You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.

Stock your mind, stock your mind. It is your house of treasure and no one in the world can interfere with it... you might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.

Stock your mind, stock your mind. It is your house of treasure and no one in the world can interfere with it. If you won the Irish Sweepstakes and bought a house that needed furniture would you fill it with bits and pieces of rubbish? Your mind is your house and if you fill it with rubbish from the cinemas it will rot in your head. You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.

Mobila?i-v? mintea, mobila?i-v? mintea. E casa voastr? pre?ioas? ?i nimeni pe lumea asta nu se poate atinge de ea.

Psychologists have suggested we have two systems of thinking, one intuitive and one analytical, both of which can lead us to make serious cognitive mistakes.

One of the results of the Fall of Man is that imagination has got completely out of hand; and even one who does not believe in that "considerable catastrophe ", as Hilaire Belloc calls it, must at least admit that imagination plays a part in the mind's affairs totally out of proportion to its merits, so much out of proportion indeed as to suggest some longstanding derangement in man's nature.

It is my opinion that the isolated mind loses its purchase on reality all too easily and becomes prone to fantasy.

Moreover, we forget things every day, so in a sense we are constantly dissolving into nothingness.

A con artist's only weapon is his brain.

A mind is like a parachute. It works better when it's open!

Philosophy couldn't emancipate the mind, but technology just might. Google has set out to succeed where Descartes failed, except that it has jettisoned all the philosophical questions that rattled around in his head. Where Descartes emphasized skepticism and doubt, Google is never plagued by second-guessing. It has turned the liberation of the brain into an engineering challenge—an exercise that often fails to ask basic questions about the human implications of the project.

We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.

Each of us has his own way of emerging from the underworld, mine is by writing. That's why the only way I can keep going, if at all, is by writing, not through rest and sleep. I am far more likely to achieve peace of mind through writing than the capacity to write through peace.

But what shall I do when instead of a heart this fear is beating in my body?

How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room.

Everything appears to me to be an artificial construction of the mind. Every mark by someone else, every chance look throws everything in me over on the other side, even what has been forgotten, even what is entirely insignificant. I am more uncertain than I ever was; I feel only the power of life. And I am senselessly empty.

They don't make mistakes. Our authorities, as far as I am aware - and I know only the lowest ranks - don't actually look for guilt in the population, but are, as the law says, drawn towards guilt and must send us guards out. That's the law. Where would there be a mistake? 'I don't know this law', said K. 'That's your problem,' said the guard. 'It probably only exists in your minds', said K.

Wenn man einmal das Böse bei sich aufgenommen hat, verlangt es nicht mehr, daß man ihm glaube.

The distraction, the weakness of memory, the stupidity!