Quotes About Mind

If you let your mind dwell on rooms like this, you could end up being oddly sad and full of a strange diffuse compassion which would lead you to believe that it might be a good idea to wipe out the whole human race and start again with amoebas.

Between every rational moment were a billion irrational ones.

What was it they said about the gods? They wouldn't exist if there weren't people to believe in them? And that applied to everything. Reality was what went on inside people's heads.

The human mind was a deep and abiding mystery and the Librarian was glad he didn't have one anymore.

The thought had crossed his mind, only very fast and looking nervously from side to side in case it got knocked over.

But if it is true that the act of observing changes the thing which is observed (because of Quantum), it's even more true that it changes the observer.

Tiffany found her mind filling up with an invisible gray mist, and in that thought there was nothing but grief. She could feel herself trying to push back time, but even the best witchcraft could not do that.

a truly brilliant mind, but it was brilliant like a fractured mirror, all marvellous facets and rainbows but, ultimately, also something was broken.

That was the thing about thoughts. They thought themselves, and then dropped into your head in the hope that you would think so too.

But a human mind is a great sullen lightning-filled cloud of thoughts, all of them occupying a finite amount of brain processing time. Finding whatever the owner thinks they're thinking in the middle of the smog of prejudices, memories, worries, hopes and fears is almost impossible.

You must make a place for fear, fear under control. We think that the head is important, that the brain sits like a monarch on the throne of the body. But the body is powerful too, and the brain cannot survive without it.

It's rude to stare, said the troll. Its mouth opened with a little crest of foam, and shut again in exactly the same way that water closes over a stone. Is it? Why? asked Rincewind. How does he hold himself together, his mind screamed at him. Why doesn't he spill?

Tell me, Leonard,' he said. 'Has it ever occurred to you that one day wars will be fought with brains?' Leonard picked up his coffee cup. 'Oh dear. Won't that be rather messy?' he said.

He isn't looking at the view because his past life keeps flashing in front of his eyes and getting in the way

Where you found the real McCoy, the real grace and the real heart-stopping evil, was right inside the human mind.

Particles of raw inspiration sleet through the universe all the time. Every once in a while one of them hits a receptive mind, which then invents DNA or the flute sonata form or a way of making light bulbs wear out in half the time. But most of them miss. Most people go through their lives without being hit by even one. Some people are even more unfortunate. They get them all.

Anyone with half a mind could see that, said Tiffany. Miss Tick sighed. Yes. But sometimes it's so hard to find half a mind when you need one.

You couldn't think about how you thought. It was like opening a box with the crowbar that was inside.

Mind how ye go, hag o' hags. Ye'll be sore missed.

And yet somehow that lodged in the mind as a crime beyond mercy. There will be no mercy for a song now silenced. No redemption for killing hope in the darkness. I know you. You

The death of the warrior or the old man or the little child, this I understand, and I take away the pain and end the suffering. I do not understand this death-of-the-mind.

It was like rising slowly out of a pink cloud, or a magnificent dream which, try as you might, drains out of your mind as the daylight shuffles in, leaving a terrible sense of loss; nothing, you know instinctively, nothing you're going to experience for the rest of the day is going to be one half as good as that dream.

Drunkenness had this to be said for it, it stopped the flow of inspirations.

You're hearing things said the voice in Rincewind's head.