Quotes About Mind

His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was on his mind. But this is no safe cherry picker, Gwen thought, growing more concerned by the moment. This man looks like a cherry tree chopper-downer.

Whether I see the Fae, or whether I'm a man. I believe I've laid your mind to rest on the former; shall I relieve it on the latter?" He reached for his belt. "Oh, please." I rolled my eyes. "You're a leftie, Barrons." "Touché, Ms. Lane," he murmured.

The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hardest ones are.

Brutality is the refuge of the dull of mind, ka-lyrra . Only a fool conquers when he might instead seduce. ~Adam Black to Gabrielle O'Callaghan

Sometimes, I worry that there's not enough room in my brain for both my dreams and reality, that I'm a hard drive with limited gigabytes and one day I won't be able to maintain the firewall between them.

You may be a virgin in body, but not in mind. I feel the heat and passion in you; there's a fury of it inside you. I felt it the moment I saw you. You're not normal. You'll never be normal. Give it up. Stop trying to fit in a world that will never accept you. Nobody can understand you the way I can. You're a Sidhe-seer. You want to spend you're whole life denying it? What you see. What you are. What you want. Sad way to live and die.

The heart has its own mind, measures its own time, and if it consults with the brain, doesn't always heed the advice. My brain was screaming—stop hurting already. To a deaf audience.

I'm as weak and helpless and doomed as any other person. I'm a willing victim, ready, waiting, eager to be destroyed. I know with one part of my mind how horrifying that is, but with another part of my mind—a much larger one—I don't care. Being a victim to eternal pleasure sounds like the most perfect state of existence I could ever imagine.

Whether I see the Fae, or whether I'm a man. I believe I've laid your mind to rest on the former; shall I relieve it on the latter?" He reached for his belt.

A gondolat ereje sokkal nagyobb, mint azt az emberek többsége hinné.

Funny thing to me is how their conscious and subconscious seem to be so split, like they aren't talking to each other at all. Like competing feelings can't possibly coexist inside you.

I just go with it, focus on whichever feeling I have most often and try to keep my mouth shut when it's the other. But most folks got Id and Ego living on different floors in their head's house, in different rooms, and they've locked all the doors between them, and nailed sheets of plywood over that, because they think they're, like, sworn enemies that can't hang together.

her naked today, sort of? Is he reading my mind? Mentally, I mutter blah, blah, blah, over and over. "Shut the hell up and listen to me. We were in bed and she vanished. There one instant, then gone. Taken from inside Chester's, which is impossible. I've got the club so heavily warded, even I have a difficult time getting past them, in beast form.

YOU ACCUSE ME OF ILLUSION. YOU—WITH YOUR ABSURD CONSTRUCT OF LINEAR TIME. YOU FASHION FOR YOURSELF A PRISON OF WATCHES, CLOCKS, AND CALENDARS. YOU RATTLE BARS FORGED OF HOURS AND DAYS, BUT YOU'VE PADLOCKED THE DOOR WITH PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. PUNY MINDS NEED PUNY CAVES.

The past, with its monstrous depth and span, reached toward him, demanding an understanding that he simply could not give it. His mind was too young and too narrow to withstand the onrush of her life.

Heartbreak is the university diagnosis for the pain that accompanies the end of love. But this was an unusual breakup, in that Cillian's mind shattered first.

Thoughts are like a steering wheel

Human talk is a centrifugal function, ever in flight outwards from what is on the talker's mind.

every time we remembered something, we weren't remembering the event itself but the last time we'd remembered it. It

Her expression shut faster than a poked clam. 'I'll just get a cardigan.' He might not be a hellraiser anymore but Devin valued his reputation. 'Haven't you got anything sexy?' 'Yes,' said Rachel, 'my mind.

The sin is in our thoughts.

Greatness of mind becomes an object of love only when the power at work in it itself has a noble character

Rhetoric uses syllogisms and other suasions to bring about a change of heart and of mind.

When I want to go to sleep, I must first get a whole menagerie of voices to shut up. You wouldn't believe what a racket they make in my room.