Quotes About Mind

...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.

As you gain more discipline over your body, you will find that a corollary discipline will develop in the mind because the two really go together.

It is easier to develop the mind through meditation than it is just through athletic practice. If you put the two together, it will be unbelievable.

The trouble was that one's mind did not work quite rationally when one was being kissed by the only man one had ever loved, and the man one had loved so totally that no one had ever been able to take his place.

He doubtless thought I had you in the bushes ravishing you. Well, she said, you must admit that you had something not too far distant from that on your mind. A kiss? he said. Similar to ravishment? You malign me. I was about to kiss you, Diana, in the tradition of true romance.

Whom was one to believe? Life had become so complicated in the last few weeks that there seemed to be no certainties any longer. And she did not feel that her mind could cope with what was happening.

That kiss! The memory of it, brief as it had been, so consumed her with embarrassment that her mind shied away from it altogether—and could think of nothing else. Not just the kiss but the mortifying knowledge that she had burned for him, that her womb had throbbed with the need to feel him there. Mortifying indeed!

That would seem to imply that women crave brutality and abuse," she said. "It does not show a great respect for either women themselves or their minds.

The changes are coming fast and blind now, and in your skull sits an hourglass with a grain size hole through which numb seconds are sliding.

He was so proud that she had more going on north of her neck than her hairdo.

The trick in that town was getting through a night at all without stalling in the sludge of your own thoughts.

The head can travel a far piece while the body sits in one spot. It can traverse many decades, and many conversations can be had, even with the dead.

A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. —Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian

But it's a neurological fact that the scared self holds on while the reasoned one lets go.

nothing matters but the quality of the affection— in the end—that has carved the trace in the mind dove

It was an earworm, and she was certain Clint had deliberately planted it in her subconscious.

Yet friendship, I believe, is essential to intellectuals. It is probably the growth hormone the mind requires as it begins its activity of producing and exchanging ideas. You can date the evolving life of a mind, like the age of a tree, by the rings of friendship formed by the expanding central trunk. In the course of my history, not love or marriage so much as friendship has promoted growth.

And now I understand something so frightening &wonderful- how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing through crossroads, sticking like lint to the familiar.

This is, I think, what holiness is: the natural world, where every moment is full of the passion to keep moving. Inside every mind there's a hermit's cave full of light, full of snow, full of concentration. I've knelt there, and so have you, hanging on to what you love, to what is lovely. Mary Oliver, At the Lake

But the owls themselves are not hard to find, silent and on the wing, with their ear tufts flat against their heads as they fly and their huge wings alternately gliding and flapping as they maneuver through the trees. Athena's owl of wisdom and Merlin's companion, Archimedes, were screech owls surely, not this bird with the glassy gaze, restless on the bough, nothing but blood on its mind.

To believe in the soul—to believe in it exactly as much and as hardily as one believes in a mountain, say, or a fingernail, which is ever in view— imagine the consequences! How far-reaching, and thoroughly wonderful! For everything, by such a belief, would be charged, and changed. You wake in the morning, the soul exists, your mouth sings it, your mind accepts it. And the perceived, tactile world is, upon the instant, only half the world!

Why do I have so many thoughts, they are driving me crazy. Why am I always going anywhere, instead of somewhere?

Our hands, or minds, our feet hold more intelligence. With this I have no quarrel. But, what about virtue?

Inside every mind, there's a hermit's cave full of light.