Quotes About Mind

We are commanded to love God with all our minds, as well as with all our hearts, and we commit a great sin if we forbid or prevent that cultivation of the mind in others which would enable them to perform this duty.

When I went down to London in '67, I had three things in mind: To survive, to find peace of mind, and to make music doing it.

Subconsciously - I didn't know it then, I realize it today when I know a little bit more about the mind and the brain - I fought like I didn't deserve to live.

Our thoughts are certainly part of us; they come from us, but we are not our thoughts. Have you ever woken up in the morning and said to yourself, 'I am not going to think today; I am too tired'? No, of course not. Just as breathing happens and is constant, thoughts happen, and they are also constant.

I walk into rooms and I don't know why I'm there. I'm like, 'Why am I standing in front of the toilet now?'

Money is a token, money buys freedom, it don't necessarily buy happiness and I've still got things I'm overcoming in my own mind, but money will buy you the freedom to not have to work as many hours. Money will buy you the freedom to spend more time with your family.

Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

Part of the scientific temperament is this tolerance for holding multiple hypotheses in mind at the same time.

Tolerance is held to be a condition of mind which is encouraged by, and is necessary for, civilization.

I think that being in the closet is really hard. It takes a toll on your mind. It takes a toll on you. I think it just makes every aspect of your life more difficult.

Why is a useless question, an unknowable object. But to suspend thought is impossible. The mind is made perfectly of possibilities.

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

They will love me for that which destroys me the sword in my dreams the dust of my thoughts the sickness that breeds in the folds of my mind

Theatre has no memory, which makes it the most existential of the arts... I keep coming back in the hope that someone in a darkened room somewhere will show me an image that burns itself into my mind

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It is myself I have never met, whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind.

Do you still snore as loudly as you used to?" "I don't know," said Branwise, taking the question too seriously. "When I'm asleep I can't hear myself.

Even if spirits exist (watching us, haunting us, inhabiting alternate universes that subvert time), granting them entrance through the spaces in our minds, or the structure of our homes, and any other doors we might construct, can only result in man's utter destruction.

What about those yogis who can lie down on a bed of nails, then arise, streaming blood, then stop the flow of blood from each wound individually with the power of their minds? Isn't frailty often a choice?

I'm really lucky that my record companies have been patient with me and leave me alone and give me the time to make it right in my mind.

Our minds have to translate magic into symbols we understand.

It rattled me. Not just the look or the question-although those were bad enough-but the realization that he'd simply taken a shortcut through the conversation I'd anticipated having and reached the finish line ahead of me. I'd known he was much smarter than he seemed, but I hadn't appreciated before how quick he was, that his mind was not in any way hobbled by the scar that slowed and distorted his speech. It was so terribly easy to forget that.

I had hoped that I might replace the burning blackness in my mind with the simple, remote darkness of the night sky. Sometimes I could calm myself that way, but tonight the longer I stared at the sky, its untouchable beauty, the more I wanted to hurt someone.

I felt him in my mind, even more vividly than I felt him in my body, a hurtful, hateful rending presence, like the color of blood, like the taste of iron, like the scent of burning, destroying everything in his path until he reached for the core of my power and seized it.