Quotes About Thoughts

The way you think determines the way you feel, and the way you feel determines the way you act.

Martin Luther said, "You cannot keep birds from flying over your head but you can keep them from building a nest in your hair." You can't keep the Devil from suggesting thoughts, but you can choose not to dwell or act on them.

Every time you try to block a thought out of your mind, you drive it deeper into your memory. By resisting it, you actually reinforce it.

The way you think determines the way you feel, and the way you feel determines the way you act. If you want to change how you act, you must begin by changing the way you think. Your thoughts are the autopilot of your life. Romans 12:2 says, "Don't copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know

Best to avoid morbid thoughts, Ursula counselled, advice that would stand him in good stead for the next three years. For the rest of his life, in fact.

Ursula found herself dwelling on Hugh's death, his absence more than his death.

Notes of the 'Remember to' variety that the owner must have written to herself. Miss Matilda

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves.

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves… They belonged to her her and were her own, and she entertained the conviction that she had a right to them and they they concerned no one but herself.

She felt that her speech was voicing the incoherency her thoughts, and stopped abruptly.

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves. They had never taken the form of struggles. They belonged to her and were her own, and she entertained the conviction that she had a right to them and that they concerned no one but herself.

One misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

Don't we all live in our heads? Where else could we possibly exist? Our brains are the universe.

Perfidy. Pea. Perfidy. Pea. These were the words that pinwheeled through Despereaux's mind as his body descended into the darkness. DESPEREAUX

She liked the way the words sounded. She imagined them floating above her in a comic-strip bubble

You try not to think about life's darkest things, but sometimes they just flood into your head and you can't stop them.

I am in awe of the perpetual tumult of the sea. I am moved by the still place on the horizon where the sky begins. I am stirred by the soaring and dipping fields that make the landscape into a rumpled green counterpane. I thought I would never have such powerful feelings again. I thought I would live through the rest of my life having experiences, and thoughts, but I never thought I would again feel deeply-- I was convinced that my wounds had healed and become thick scars, essentially numb.

Can I let you in on a remarkable secret? I find that the more ideas I let myself have, the more ideas I have.

Complex structural dissociation involves an extensive range of phobias that exacerbate and maintain dissociation and impede functional adaptation. They include the phobia of (1) mental actions (i.e., an individual's inner experience of emotions, thoughts body sensations, needs, wishes); (2) dissociative parts of the personality; (3) attachment and attachment loss; (4) traumatic memory; and (5) change and healthy risk taking (van der Hart et al., 2006).

Well, one theory is that thoughts and emotions contain an actual electrical signature, a form of energy that may linger in objects, in an area, especially if what was experienced in that area is particularly intense or violent. If you think about it, it'd explain a lot of so-called ghostly sightings of things like battles and soldiers.

Slowly the darkness began to weave its way into my mind, and before long I was hopelessly out of control. I could not follow the path of my own thoughts. Sentences flew around in my head and fragmented first into phrases and then words; finally, only sounds remained.

My thoughts were so fast that I couldn't remember the beginning of a sentence halfway through.

My manias, at least in their early and mild forms, were absolutely intoxicating states that gave rise to great personal pleasure, an incomparable flow of thoughts, and a ceaseless energy that allowed the translation of new ideas into papers and projects. Medications not only cut into these fast-flowing times, they also brought with them seemingly intolerable side effects.

Even so, what I read often disappeared from my mind like snow on a hot pavement.