Quotes About Mind

That's what love's all about, Kafka. You're the one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark. Your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.

Each way of thinking has its own shape and color, which wax and wane like the moon.

My head is like some ridiculous barn packed full of stuff I want to write about.

If you don't believe in the world, and if there is no love in it, then everything is phony. No matter which world we are talking about, no matter what kind of world we are talking about, the line separating fact from hypothesis is practically invisible to the eye. It can only be seen with the inner eye, the eye of the mind.

You must not let fatigue set in, she warns. That is what my mother said. Let your body work until it is spent, but keep your mind for yourself. Good advice. To tell the truth, I do not know this thing called 'mind', what it does or how to use it. It is only a word I have heard. The mind is nothing you use, I say. The mind is just there. It is like the wind. You simply feel its movements.

You are not lost. It's just that your own thoughts are being kept from you, or hidden away. But the mind is strong. It survives, even without thought. Even with everything taken away, it holds a seed--your self. You must believe in your own powers.

It might look simple, but it never is. It's just like a root. What's above ground is only a small part of it. But if you start pulling, it keeps coming and coming. The human mind dwells deep in darkness. Only the person himself knows the real reason, and maybe not even then.

M?runÈ›iÈ™urile pe care le gândeÈ™ti cu propria-È›i minte sunt mai importante decât marile idei emise de alÈ›ii.

The more you think about illusions, the more they'll swell up and take on form. And no longer be an illusion.

Reading aloud is different from just following sentences with your eyes. Something quite unexpected wells up in your mind, a kind of indefinable resonance that I find impossible to resist.

One by one, with my own hands, I had to make this thing I called 'I'-- or, rather, make the things that constituted me.

No. Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.

That's the way it is with the mind. Nothing is ever equal. Like a river, as it flows, the course changes with the terrain.

The mind is strong. It survives, even without thought. Even with everything taken away, it holds a seed—your self.

And any anxiety that is to not especially anxious is in the end, an anxiety hardly worth mentioning.

When you say you believe, you allow the possibility of disappointment. And from disappointment or betrayal, there may come despair. Such is the way of the mind.

a person's mind is controlled by his body, right? Or is it the opposite—the way your mind works influences the structure of the body? Or do the body and mind closely influence each other and act on each other? What I do know is that people have certain inborn tendencies, and whether a person likes them or not, they're inescapable. Tendencies can be adjusted, to a degree, but their essence can never be changed.

We have a sane part of our minds and an insane part. We negotiate between those two parts.

Of course, she must be sleeping, sleeping deeply, wrapped in the darkness of that strange little world of hers.

Waves of consciousness roll in, roll out, leave some writing, and just as quickly new waves roll in and erase it. I try to quickly read what's written there, but it's hard.

She gives physical presence to the depths of the human psyche.

the mind is lost when the shadow dies.

She looks like a symbol of something. A certain time, a certain place. A certain state of mind. She's like a spirit that's sprung up from a happy chance encounter. An eternal, naive innocence, never to be marred, floats around her like spores in spring.

Reality recedes until you can't tell who's sane and who's not.