Quotes About Mind

Since the coat has absolutely no intrinsic value, Inspector, I must regretfully conclude that the choice lies between an outbreak of gesture politics or the damage being the work of a mind deranged.' Sloan tried another tack. 'And which would you think the more likely?' 'Malice or madness? I've no idea at all, Inspector.

He didn't want his wife to read historical romances because it might give her unrealistic expectations. [...] If I had been him, I would have been reading your books every time you laid them down to see how I could improve my skills and please you. Second warning of the night. I bought a couple. You bought a couple of what? Historical romances. I'm three-quarters through the first one. He flashed her a slow grin. All I can say is, I like the way your mind works. ~Jake Coulter and Molly Wells

Marianne was surprised, not for the first time, that one can concentrate really hard and even enjoy thinking about something which isn't at all what one is really wanting to think about.

Peace of mind comes in the strangest boxes.

love comes from the heart not from the mind. you will love and be loved. don't force things good things take time.one good reason for people to love you is for who you are not who someone else is. your beautiful and wonderful don't change that just because one person dislikes like you for who you are

Reading a book, sharing a story, is the most intimate of experiences. It's the closest that I ever come to a Vulcan mind meld.

You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.

You've come to give me a piece of your mind. You know that phrase is really beautiful. The mind is the most powerful thing in the body. Whatever the mind believes, the body can achieve. So to give someone a piece of it... well thank you. Funny how people are always intent on giving it to the people they dislike when it really should be for the ones they love.

Our minds do unusual things sometimes, Tamara. When we're looking for things it takes it upon itself to go down its own route. All we can do is follow

Write what's up there. Sister Ignatius pointed at her temple. As a great man once said, this is a secret garden. We've all got one of those. Jesus? No, Bruce Springsteen.

It's like you know a lyric for a song by heart and suddenly you forget the words.

It doesn't matter where you are in the world because it's about where you are up here,' she touched the side of her head lightly. 'It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination and memories. I'm happy up here,' she tapped her temple again and smiled, 'and because of that I'm happy up here too.' She held out her arms and displayed the countryside around her....

Her mind. It was far stronger than any muscle in her body.

I feel happy. I want to enjoy this feeling and revel in my good fortune but there's something niggling at me in the back of my mind. There's a little voice whispering to me, "Things are too perfect." It almost feels like the calm before the storm.

Often, when I'm searching for something, the only way I can find anything is to acknowledge out loud what it is, because I can't see it unless I fully register and envision in my mind what it is I'm looking for.

Life is a series of moments and moments are always changing, just like thoughts, negative and positive. And although it may be human nature to dwell, like many natural things it's senseless, senseless to allow a single thought to inhabit a mind because thoughts are like guests or fair-weather friends.

Lies are not rooted in the mind in the way truth is.

In effect, the human being should be considered the priority objective in a political war. And conceived as the military target of guerrilla war, the human being has his most critical point in his mind. Once his mind has been reached, the political animal has been defeated, without necessarily receiving bullets.

The key, I told Chris, was in correcting Pepper before her mind got caught up in its excited, aggressive state.

a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something.

Is he aware of both—and unaware? Can the mind ride two such separate tracks simultaneously? Concealed ambivalence. Hidden ambiguity. Are we so flawed that we can never truly know our own most secret motives?

There is something universally chilling about a new plot. And I could see how my boy needed time and space for a story to bloom in his mind, because at any age what comes before sight is a conjuring. A trope, which is just a way to believe.

I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.

It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.