Quotes About Mind

You should employ your little grey cells

Women observe subconsciously a thousand little details, without knowing that they are doing so. Their subconscious mind adds these little things together—and they call the result intuition.

How true is the saying that man was forced to invent work in order to escape the strain of having to think.

Poirot said placidly, "One does not, you know, employ merely the muscles. I do not need to bend and measure the footprints and pick up the cigarette ends and examine the bent blades of grass. It is enough for me to sit back in my chair and think. It is this – " he tapped his egg-shaped head – "this, that functions!

Use that fluff of yours you call a brain.

That's the secret of existence. We're all a little mad.

If the little grey cells are not exercised, they grow the rust.

The little grey cells, my friend, the little grey cells! They told me.

The law. Lady Frances, is an uncertain animal. It has twists and turns that surprise the non-legal mind.

Eh bien, then, you are crazy, or appear crazy or you think you are crazy, and possibly you may be crazy.

We're all mad, dear lady," he said as he ushered her in through the door. "That's the secret of existence. We're all a little mad.

We all have the little grey cells. And so few of us know how to use them.

The only clue to what is in people's minds is in their behavior. If a man behaves strangely, oddly, is not himself-- Then you suspect him? No. That is just what I mean. A man whose mind is evil and whose intentions are evil is conscious of that fact and he knows that he must conceal it all costs. He dare not, therefore, afford any unusual behavior.

In moments of great stress, the mind focuses itself upon some quite unimportant matter which is remembered long afterwards with the utmost fidelity, driven in, as it were, by the mental stress of the moment. It may be some quite irrelevant detail, like the pattern of a wallpaper, but it will never be forgotten.

You took thoughts, choosing them out of your store, and then, not dwelling on them, you let them slip through the fingers of your mind, never clutching at them, never dwelling on them, no concentration…just letting them drift gently past.

É il cervello, le piccole cellule grigie» si batté una mano sulla fronte, «la cosa su cui bisogna basarsi. I sensi inducono in errore. Bisogna cercare la verità dal di dentro, non dal di fuori.»

I was tired of this silly joking about my 'speaking countenance'. I could keep a secret as well as anyone. Poirot had always persisted in the humiliating belief that I am a transparent character and that anyone can read what is passing in my mind.

Women, in my experience, if they once reach the determination to commit suicide, usually wish to reveal the state of mind that led to the fatal action. They covet the limelight.

It is the brain, the little grey cells" — he topped his forehead — "on which one must rely. The senses mislead.

This was genius at close quarters, and genius had that something above normal in it that was a great strain upon the ordinary mind and feeling. All five were different from each other, yet each had that curious quality of burning intensity, the single-mindedness of purpose that made such a terrifying impression. She did not know whether it were a quality of brain or rather a quality of outlook, of intensity. But each of them, she thought, was in his or her way a passionate idealist.

He has neither what I call the outward vision (seeing details all around you what is called an observant person) nor the inner vision--concentration, the focusing of the mind on one object. He has a purposefully limited vision. He sees only what blends and harmonises with the bent of his mind.

mediocre amount of intelligence is sometimes most dangerous. It does not take one far enough.

Speech, so a wise old Frenchman said to me once, is an invention of man's to prevent him from thinking.

One's body is a nuisance, M. Poirot, especially when it gets the upper hand. One is conscious of nothing else-- whether the pain will hold off or not--nothing else seems to matter.