Quotes About Mind

Our minds and souls contain volumes inscribed by our experiences and emotions; each individual's consciousness is a collection of memories we've cataloged and stored inside us, a private library of a life lived.

When you are sad, your heart pumps the tragedy all through your body and fills your mind with the story of your suffering, and you tell that story to yourself over and over.

Tears came welling up behind her eyes for a second, then they went back inside for some other time, a sad time. A certain crevice of Lucky's mind wondered if there is some kind of reservoir for tears where they are stored, because sometimes there are so many of them, pouring and pouring out.

Instead, allow yourself to become curious. Curiosity is actually a form of fearlessness, when you think about it. It takes courage to let go of your hopes and fears in order to truly take in the other person. Open up more and more space in your own mind and heart for your partner's answers. Your own judgments and responses, while vitally important, are not the point right now. Trust, really trust, that they will still be there when you need them. (They will.)

Thoughts are energy. And you can make your world or break your world by thinking.

There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don't feel the same.

The killer might do it again and then we could start to put things together. Leave our minds open, let what we know work its way round our brain. Some smart detective might pick up something.

He smiled. 'You think I'm a racist, like all cops.' He didn't seem to mind.

I was thinking that everything had changed in an instant, changed in a way that neither he nor I might mind.

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To trace the development of mind from earliest times...requires...not a categorical concept, but a functional one.... The most promising operational principle for this purpose is the principle of individuation.[p. 310]" "[yet she also says:]...we have no physical model of this endless rhythm of individuation and involvement, we do have its image in the world of art, most purely in dance;...this dialectic of vital continuity...[p. 355]

As the alcohol overcomes my mind, I hear the glass bottle shatter on the floor. This seems appropriate since I have obviously lost my grip on everything.

Wars are won by heads not hearts.

Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.

His mind could fixate on a problem like that — anything, really — and not let go. As if controlling one element of his world would keep him from ruin. It was a bad habit that blinded him to other things that could harm him. A tendency towards obsession was hardwired into his brain and would likely be his undoing if he couldn't learn to outsmart it.

the evil thing is inside, not out.

It goes on and on and on and eventually completely consumes my mind, blocking out memories and hopes of tomorrow, erasing everything but the present, which I begin to believe will never change. There

They needed to navigate the rubble, peel off the grubby ration coupons, and witness the Hunger Games to keep the war fresh in their minds. Forgetting could lead to complacency, and then they'd all be back at square one.

A fear of the cracked tongue, aching body and fuzzy mind brought on by my previous dehydration creeps into my consciousness.

It's a lot easier to lose your head than to keep it.

clock, he probably won't die in the jungle, so someone's going to have to kill him in battle. Because this is so repellent to think about, my mind frantically tries to change topics. But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow. Not very pretty daydreams for a seventeen-year-old girl, I guess, but

Does he remember that?

My slumbers are filled with disturbing

My slumbers are filled with disturbing dreams.