Quotes About Mind

The mind...the mind was the most powerful force for and against someone.

She felt sorry for the female who had been driven to such traits. Who had kept herself apart from all emotions. The female had been born under a curse. The female had done evil and had evil done unto her. The female had hardened herself, her mind and her emotions becoming steel. The female had been wrong about that locking down, that self-containment. It was not a case of strength, as she always told herself. It was strictly survival...

Except cats couldn't read minds, of course.

Well . . . the good news in all this, he supposed, was that finding out his former trauma surgeon was a ghost? Barely a blip on his radar. His mind had been blown too many times to count, and like a joint that had been dislocated, it had total and complete freedom of movement. Of course, its functionality was fucked. But who was counting.

Why is your favorite question, isn't it?" "I'm a scientist." "I know." The words were spoken on a purr, like she'd just told him she was wearing sexy lingerie. "I love your mind.

As V headed to the door, he wanted to lay down a minefield of triggers in the guy's brain, forge all sorts of neuropathways so that if the bastard thought of Jane sexually he'd feel dread or nausea or maybe burst into tears like a total sissy. After all, adverse impulse training was a godsend when it came to deprogramming.

The title was In the Rain Forest of the Monkey Mind.

Could the past be like this, he wondered, looking around at the empty clearing. A structure in your mind that you could burn down and get free of? He moved his foot back and forth over the forest floor. The weeds that had poked up through the skin of the earth were like green whiskers, and they were concentrated in the area that got the most sunlight. From the ashes came new life. Z

He willed the lights in the room off. Then he used his mind to close the back door, usher the cat into the bathroom, and slide home every lock in the apartment.

Además, la mente era el arma más poderosa que uno tenía para atacar a los demás y para destruirse a sí mismo.

Fear is a creation of the mind. It's an internal fiction." He put his palms up. "If you refuse to believe in it, it's fire without oxygen. A spark without kindling.

Do you have any idea how many detectives get MRIs because they have persistent headaches and are convinced they have a brain tumor? But it's never that. And there's nothing wrong with my mind, is there.

Holy hell, the Grim Reaper was no makeup artist; that was for sure. Even Goths had better complexions. "Hey, don't be harshing on my peeps," Adrian cut in. "I'd do one of us way before some SoCal bimbo with plastic melons and a spray tan." "Stop reading my mind, motherfucker. And you'd do the bimbo anyway." Adrian grinned and flexed his heavy arms. "Yeah. I would. And her sister.

her nerves turning her body into a trampoline and her mind into a whirlpool. The trick was waiting through the panic phases and then shoring up her strength when the fear lightened up.

Age is mind over matter. If you don't mind it doesn't matter.

I have more faith in my God than to believe He would give me a mind and then ask me not to use it.

8  ââ'¬Å"The well-practiced mind does not wander after anything else. Through constant practice (abhyasa yoga) living becomes a lifelong meditation on the Divine. Then, no matter what you may be doing, you are imbibing godly tendencies. This becomes a habit of the mind. Educate your mind to this habit. This is how one finds God and goes to God.

When you actively turn your thoughts to all the bad consequences of the desires as they arise in you, the passion for them gradually dries up. As your passion diminishes, your mind comes under control. Firm, dedicated faith (sraddha) brings you the raw force of determination, will.

Sometimes I doubt that anyone with a philosophical turn of mind is fit to judge anyone. He never comprehends the concept of guilt.

The mind does not regulate its own condition. Mental depression, for example, is a state caused by the body ... William James described this relationship when he said we become sad because we shed tears: we do not shed tears because we are sad.

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet. As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind. I'm a wretch. But I love, love.

Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.