Quotes About Mind

A scar had been beaten into his mind which would only heal by experience.

Bond's mind was clear again. By a miracle he had survived a devastating wound. He could feel his armpits still wet with the fear of it. But the success of his gambit with the chair had wiped out all memories of the dreadful valley of defeat through which he had just passed.

AS, TWO weeks later, James Bond awoke in his room at the Hotel Splendide, some of this history passed through his mind.

The luxury of being half-asleep, exploring the fringes of psychosis in safety.

We knew so little about eachother. We lay mostly submerged, like ice floes with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white. Here was a rare sight below the waves, of a man's privacy and turmoil, of his dignity upended by the overpowering necessity of pure fantasy, pure thought, by the irreducible human element - Mind.

i'm going mad, i told myself. let me not be mad.

Could it ever be explained, how matter becomes conscious?

It was thought, perception, sensations that interested her, the conscious mind as a river through time, and how to represent its onward roll, as well as all the tributaries that would swell it, and the obstacles that would divert it. If only she could reproduce the clear light of a summer's morning

It's the essence of a degenerating mind periodically, to lose all sense of continuous self, and therefore any regard for what others think of your lack of continuity.

The thing about Satan is that he's amazingly sophisticated. He puts a stupid idea like satanic whatever, abuse, into people's minds, then he lets it get disproved so everyone thinks that he doesn't exist after all, and then he's free to do his worst.

At moments of important decision-making, the mind could be considered as a parliament, a debating chamber. Different factions contended, short- and long-term interests were entrenched in mutual loathing. Not only were motions tabled and opposed, certain proposals were aired in order to mask others. Sessions could be devious as well as stormy.

A fejed, az agyad az nem olyan, mint egy büfékocsi, hogy rendbe teszed, és kidobálod az üres konzervdobozokat az ablakon. Az nem valami hely, inkább olyan, mint egy folyó, mindig mozgásban és változásban van. Egy folyóban nem lehet rendet rakni.

But the crowded recent past can be difficult to recall.

To kill the brain is to kill the will to kill the brain.

We'll always be troubled by how things are—that's how it stands with the difficult gift of consciousness.

From the first sentence, we come into a presence, and we can see for ourselves the quality of a particular mind; in a matter of minutes we may read the fruits of a long-forgotten afternoon, an afternoon's work done in isolation, 150 years ago. And what was once an unfolding personal secret is now ours.

There are some decisions, even moral ones, that are formed in regions below conscious thought.

Our age could devise a passable replica of a human mind, but there was no one in our neighbourhood to fix a sash window, though a few had tried.

and I have been unwillingly forced to the conclusion that Rochefort committed the one unforgivable sin. To certain individuals of small mind and overweening ambition, there is no greater insult than to be proved wrong.

People think I built the Pack, because I'm the guy who has the welfare of all shapeshifters in mind. They're wrong. Everything I built, I did so that when I mate and have children, nobody can touch my family. (...) I built all this so I can protect you.

A wise man once said, "A human mind is the place where emotion and reason are locked in perpetual combat. Sadly for our species, emotion always wins." I really liked that quote. It explained why, even though I was reasonably intelligent, I kept finding myself doing something really stupid. And it sounded much better than "Nevada Baylor, Total Idiot.

Just wait until he figures out I shut him out of his slut hut." The poodle whined softly. "I don't need any criticism from you. If you can go a day without barfing or destroying my house, then I might listen to what you have to say. Until then, keep your opinions to yourself." I fell back into my bed and put a pillow on my head. I'd just had a conversation with a poodle and accused him of criticizing me. Curran had finally driven me out of my mind.

Psychology, unlike chemistry, unlike algebra, unlike literature, is an owner's manual for your own mind. It's a guide to life. What could be more important than grounding young people in the scientific information that they need to live happy, healthy, productive lives? To have good relationships?

I don't have the feeling that as a very young person I read books that absolutely made their mark on my mind.