Quotes About Mind

Since my body isn't big, I don't need much sleep. I'm fine with four hours.

Sleep is essential for the body and mind and restful sleep is one of the foundations of good health. Recharging and rejuvenating body and mind sufficiently every night is important for better quality of life.

I can think. I can sleep. I can move. I can ride my bike. I can dream.

I sleep when the sleep comes down on me.

I sleep at night, but I don't sleep well.

I don't sleep well. I rehash everything in bed. The mind's still working.

A work of fiction is conceived very much the same way as a dream occurs in the mind of a sleeper. But a lot of it is imagination. It's not based on real people.

I do not understand the capricious lewdness of the sleeping mind.

Sleeping is like meditation: it's good to rest the body but also to shut the mind down for a bit.

Every closed eye is not sleeping, and every open eye is not seeing.

When you're not sleeping, you're not thinking straight.

I am convinced that during bouts of insomnia, I have sometimes slept without knowing it.

While the mind is in doubt it is driven this way and that by a slight impulse.

I've always had a slightly overactive imagination.

On stage I'm slightly nervous than when I'm in front of camera. Because when on the stage, the mind can't waiver but at the same time, the energy to be on the stage makes me feel alive.

But floating for an extended period is truly amazing. My brain is constantly trying to figure out which way is up. It's an interesting challenge, one I find slightly amusing.

I am not a slim person, so I regularly exercise to be healthy mentally and physically.

The state of radio is not great. It's like playing the lottery. The chances of hitting are mind boggling slim.

All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.

Ideas are elusive, slippery things. Best to keep a pad of paper and a pencil at your bedside, so you can stab them during the night before they get away.

I've got all this stuff in my head at the same time as I'm doing stuff and I don't know how to stop or slow down.

I write because I admire the act of rationalization, of seeking clarity in one's understanding of the complexities of life, and I'm bad at it. I'm slow. Writing, which is an arduous and slow process, proceeds at the same rate as my sloth-like mind.

The mind can be but full. It will be as much filled with a small disagreeable occurrence, having no other, as with a large one.

Enthusiasms, like stimulants, are often affected by people with small mental ballast.