Quotes About Mind

Remember your Plato, Maeve. 'If a man, fixing his attention on these and the like difficulties, does away with the idea of things and will not admit that every individual thing has its own determinate idea which is always one and the same, he will have nothing on which his mind can rest; and so he will utterly destroy his reasoning…

these mothers at their midnight council were more like one great mind probing itself, divided at times as great minds may be, but one entity

Too often travel, instead of broadening the mind, merely lengthens the conversation.

What an ephemeral thing human will is, to be manipulated by a couple of drops of hormones!

Expectations destroy our peace of mind. They are future disappointments, planned out in advance.

We search for happiness everywhere, but we are like Tolstoy's fabled beggar who spent his life sitting on a pot of gold, under him the whole time. Your treasure--your perfection--is within you already. But to claim it, you must leave the buy commotion of the mind and abandon the desires of the ego and enter into the silence of the heart.

You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That's the only thing you should be trying to control.

You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That's the only thing you should be trying to control.

Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.

Given belief in God, a good digestion and a mind in working order life's still a thing to be grateful for.

Lovely phrases had lit candles in her mind, one after the other, till she felt intoxicated with the brightness.

The other two with their happy, objective minds would always be absorbed in the moment but she would look backward and remember, and look forward and be afraid, and the present would always confuse her because she would never entirely live in it.

An embittered mind colors the world black for its owner yet that does not alter the fact that the world is a treasure house of beauty and love.

She had Scottish blood in her and was of a saving turn of mind.

Without faith your mind gets fouled. Look at Cervantes. He was a man of faith and nothing fouled Cervantes, not even war and slavery. He wrote the first part of Don Quixote in prison.

The large, gaping flaws in the construction of the stories--mad wives in the attic, strange apparitions in Belgium--are a representation of the life she could not face; these gothic subterfuges represent the mind at a breaking point, frantic to find any way out. If the flaws are only to be attributed to the practicce of popular fiction of the time, we cannot then explain the large amount of genuine feeling that goes into them. They stand for the hidden wishes of an intolerable life.

Since clarity suggests simplicityAnd since the simple thing is here inapt,I choose obscurities of tongue and touch,The shadow side of language and the darkHinted in conversations close to quarrel,Conceived within the mind in aftermaths.

There is no God. Wait. I take that back, there is a God. There must be. The universe is just too perverse -- there must be an idiosyncratic mind at the helm.

Some minds remain open long enough for the truth not only to enter but to pass on through by way of a ready exit without pausing anywhere along the route.

Some minds remain open long enough for the truth not only to enter but to pass on thorugh by way of a ready exit without pausing anywhere along the route''.

It was not the brutality of what occurred next that changed my mind and brought home to me the full meaning of fear. It was the brilliance of it.

The heart does not go backward. Only the mind.

She had often heard her father quote that proverb; he said it was invented by fools to save them the trouble of thinking. " 'Don't meddle in what you can't mend!' " he would growl at her. "And how do you know it's past mending? There'll be time enough not to meddle after you've looked into the matter. At least you could try to satisfy your mind first.

He forced his mind clear of other thoughts and waited. Stillness, he had learned, did not come naturally. He practiced it. Sometimes, as he waited, he heard the Lord's voice coursing through his spirit almost audibly. Other times he heard nothing, but he felt filled up and satisfied and understood.