Quotes About Thoughts

This age thinks better of a gilded fool than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.

The crisis is past and all is well, the sheep returns to the fold. We're all sheep who have strayed at times. Truth is truth, to the end of reckoning, we've cried. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts, we've shouted to ourselves.

You could see her thoughts swimming around in her eyes, like fish - some bright, some dark, some fast, quick, some slow and easy, and sometimes, like when she looked up where Earth was, being nothing but colour and nothing else.

No one said anything. We all just looked up at the sky and we breathed out and in and we all thought the same things, but nobody said.

When Douglas walked, his mind ran, when he ran, his mind walked.

Enemies come, too, from opinions and thoughts. In five seconds you've made an enemy for life. Life's so short enemies must be made quickly.

Le téléviseur est réel. Il est présent. Il a ses dimensions. Il vous dit ce qu'il faut penser, vous le hurle à la figure. Il doit avoir raison. Il semble avoir raison. Il vous pousse à un tel rythme vers ses conclusions que votre esprit n'a pas le temps de s'écrier: C'est idiot.

If some people didn't have something juicy to chew on, their choppers would prolapse, their souls with them.

Cuántas veces la gente toma y te devuelve tu propia expresión, tus más escondidos y temblorosos pensamientos?

You think too many things,' said Montag, uneasily. 'I rarely watch the parlour walls or go to the races or Fun Parks. So I've lots of time for crazy thoughts, I guess...

La gente era como las antorchas, que ardían hasta consumirse. ¿Acaso había muchas personas cuyos rostros captaban algo tuyo y te devolvían tu propia expresión, tus pensamientos más íntimos?

Everything, thought Lavinia, is boxed and locked and wrapped and shaded. She imagined the people in their moonlit beds. And their breathing in the summer-night rooms, safe and together.

That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain… .

qué piensa el Sabueso allá abajo, toda la noche? ¿Somos nosotros los que lo animamos realmente? Me da frío. –Sólo piensa lo que queremos que piense. –Sería triste –dijo Montag en voz baja–, pues sólo ponemos en él ideas de caza, persecución y muerte. Qué lástima si eso es todo lo que sabe.

It was indeed a time between, one second their thoughts all brambled airedale, the next all silken slumbering cat. It

Esas almas infelices que pensan que a imaxinación é prexudicial para a mente.

Se le podían ver los pensamientos nadando como peces en los ojos; unos brillantes, otros sombríos, unos rápidos y fugaces, otros lentos y pacíficos; y a veces, como cuando miraba la Tierra, los ojos eran sólo color y nada más.

the crisis is past and all is well, the sheep returns to the fold. We're all sheep who have strayed at times. Truth is truth, to the end of reckoning, we've cried. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts, we've shouted to ourselves. 'Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge,' Sir Philip Sidney said. But on the other hand: 'Words are like leaves and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.

Se soltanto si fosse potuto sviare quella mente dallo smacchiatore a secco e, svuotate le tasche, lavare a vapore, pulire, ricondizionato, e riportare quel cervello a domicilio in mattinata! Se almeno...

Life knows us not and we do not know life—-we don't know even our own thoughts. Half the words we use have no meaning whatever and of the other half each man understands each word after the fashion of his own folly and conceit. Faith is a myth and beliefs shift like mists on the shore; thoughts vanish; words, once pronounced, die; and the memory of yesterday is as shadowy as the hope of tomorrow

The wicked people were gone, but fear remained.Fear always remains. A man may destroy everything within himself, love and hate and belief, and even doubt; but as long as he clings to life the cannot destroy fear: the fear, subtle, indestructible, and terrible, that pervades his being; that tinges his thoughts; that lurks in his heart; what watches on his lips the struggle of his last breath.

but I remember I preferred the soldier to the philosopher at the time; a preference which life has only confirmed. One was a man, and the other was either more – or less. However, they are both dead, and Mrs Beard is dead, and youth, strength, genius, thoughts, achievements, simple hearts – all dies… No matter.

But the snags were thick, the water was treacherous and shallow, the boiler seemed indeed to have a sulky devil in it, and thus neither that fireman nor I had any time to peer into our creepy thoughts.

and youth, strength, genius, thoughts, achievements, simple hearts-all dies...No matter.