Quotes About Mind

Eleanor Herman

What counts, in the long run, is not what you read; it is what you sift through your own mind; it is the ideas and impressions that are aroused in you by your reading. It is the ideas stirred in your own mind, the ideas which are a reflection of your own thinking, which make you an interesting person.

One reason for this ability to cope with disaster is that nothing ever happens to us except what happens in our minds. Unhappiness is an inward, not an outward, thing. It is as independent of circumstances as is happiness. Consider the truly happy people you know. I think it is unlikely that you will find that circumstances have made them happy. They have made themselves happy in spite of circumstances.

Discipline of mind and body is one of the most difficult things one has to acquire, but in the long run it is a valuable ingredient of education and a tremendous bulwark in time of trouble. Certainly, it is essential in meeting defeats and recovering from disaster. No matter how hard hit you are, you can face what has to be faced if you have learned to master your own fears.

But if you feel that the criticism is made out of sheer malice and that no amount of explanation will change a point of view which has nothing to do with the facts, then the best thing is to put it out of your mind entirely, as though it did not touch you or your loved ones in any way.

We should be able to realize that making up our minds as to what gives us the greatest amount of pleasure and then working for it, is one of the satisfactions of life.

A man can protect himself with fists or sword but his best weapon is his intellect.

I have found that the more a woman obsesses about her body, the less she lives in it.

Maybe, I thought, I've given too much weight to the cultivated use of reason, to good reading, to well controlled language, to political affiliation; maybe, in the face of abandonment, we are all the same; maybe not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.

I was so afraid that I thought I was sick. But was I sick? Did I really have a murmur in my heart? No. The only problem has always been the disquiet of my mind. I can't stop it, I always have to do, redo, cover, uncover, reinforce, and then suddenly undo, break.

La culpa la tiene tu cabeza que no sabe calmarse, busca sin cesar una manera de funcionar

Biz böyleyiz, güzel düÅŸüncelerle güzelleÅŸir, kötülerle çirkinleÅŸiriz; bu nedenle onlar? zihnimizden atmam?z gerekir.

We two are made like that, when we have good thoughts we're pretty, but we turn ugly with mean ones, we have to get them out of our heads.

Such persistence in memorizing fashionable jargon, wasted effort. I had been conditioned by my education, which had shaped my mind, my voice.

Ma non riuscivo a cancellare le frasi, mi sentivo in mente la loro sintassi bell'e pronta e ne ero spaventata, ne ero affascinata, mi faceva orrore, mi seduceva.

La testa, ah sì, il male è là, è per l'insoddisfazione della testa che il corpo si sta ammalando.

Allora perché non ti rassegni? Colpa della testa che non sa calmarsi, cerca di continuo un modo per funzionare.

sentido alguno, y que era bonito solo vernos de vez en cuando para oír el sonido loco del cerebro de la una resonando dentro del sonido loco del cerebro de la otra.

Nós duas somos assim, com bons pensamentos ficamos bonitas, mas enfeamos com os ruins, temos de arrancá-los da cabeça.

O que se passava, afinal, no mundo dos adultos, na cabeça de pessoas extremamente racionais, em seus corpos carregados de saber? O que os reduzia a animais dentre os menos confiáveis, piores que os répteis?

what a terrible thing a dissatisfied mind is.

I felt that in me fear could not put down roots, and even the lava, the fiery stream of melting matter that I imagined inside the earthly globe, and the fear it provoked in me, settled in my mind in orderly sentences, in harmonious images, became a pavement of black stones like the streets of Naples, a pavement where I was always and no matter what the center.

maybe, in the face of abandonment, we are all the same; maybe not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.

She wants to ascend to the exotic, to what infatuates the sentences yet tears open the mind.