Quotes About Mind

But there are weak men who can lift cars if their wives are pinned underneath. The brain, Garraty. McVries's voice had dropped to a hoarse whisper. It isn't man or God. It's something...in the brain.

And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not.

The exhausted mind is obsession's easiest prey.

If there are ten thousand medieval peasants who create vampires by believing them real, there may be one–probably a child–who will imagine the stake necessary to kill it. But a stake is only stupid wood; the mind is the mallet which drives it home.

It's just that I take riddling seriously. I was taught that the ability to solve them indicates a sane and rational mind.

That life was richer,' a voice deep in his mind whispered. 'This one is truer,' whispered another, even deeper.

Then, as understanding began to trickle through his shock, he felt an escalating sense of horror. It had finally happened; he had finally lost enough of his mind so that other people would be able to *tell*.

He said the mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows.

Sure I'd had second thoughts. But thoughts are not choices.

Resurrection... ah, there's a word (that you should put right the fuck out of your mind and you know it).

We all remember our pleasant dreams more clearly than the scary ones.

Plus, dreams don't have to be logical, do they? Dreams are poems from the subconscious.

The poet Edgar Allan Poe described the false awakening phenomenon long before Carl Jung was born. He wrote, 'All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.' Have I answered your question?

They are surprised that he did it, though, which shows you that the male mind expects very little in the way of altruism from it's fellows.

There's a gate in our heads, too-that's what I think. One that keeps the insanity in all of us from flooding our intellects. And at critical moments, it swings open and all kinds of weird shit comes flooding through.

Disappointment was never a thing you looked for, but it had a wonderful way of clearing the mind.

even the most well-adjusted person is holding on to his or her sanity by a greased rope.

Try not to think of a polar bear, Fyodor Dostoyevsky once said, and you will see the cursed thing come to mind every minute.

At Hartford or New Haven or one of those other places where no one in their right fucking mind would want to live.

At night your thoughts have an unpleasant way of slipping their collars and running free.

Because, if given a knife and a hand in which to hold it, the mind would eventually eat itself. Not because it wanted to; because it did not want to.

For a moment the dark and fearsomely sad thoughts which inhabit her mind grow even sadder and darker; Lisey thinks they will either kill her or drive her insane.

I pointed at Wireman's forehead. This is your brain, I said. Then I pointed at my easel. This is your brain on canvas.

And that almost killed you? It wasn't deep but it got infected. Infection means that the bad germs got into it. Infection's the most dangerous thing there is, Tom. Infection was what made the superflu germ kill all the people. And infection is what made people want to make the germ in the first place. An infection of the mind.