Quotes About Thoughts

Guarding one's thoughts always presented fewer challenges than guarding one's emotions.

We are all inside her head and nowhere else, and of such stuff as dreams are made of. Once she's gone where will we be?

o Sujo: o que aceita as más palavras e pensamentos da gente, e que completa tudo em obra;

Hypothetical questions get hypothetical answers.

We read to learn and to grow, to laugh, to be motivated, and to understand things we've never been exposed to. We read for strength to help us when we feel broken, discouraged or afraid. We read to find hope. We read because we're not just made up of skin and bones, and a deep need for chocolate, but we're also made up of words, words which describe our thoughts and what's hidden in our hearts.

What a paradox that is. The things you dislike the most succeed in taking up the majority of your mental time.

Our mind is like a field in which many seeds germinate.

Seed Thought Meditation is a form of mental martial arts. If we resist thoughts they will overpower us. But if we just step lightly out of their way, letting them come and go like birds flying overhead, we can use their energy to further focus our minds.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Rusty visualized his mind as being like a fishing net. The only thing he could remember were the little drops that clung to his mental netting.

If he didn't go away from here, he'd still have to be here," Debbie said. She gave a little screech. "Oh, no! Don't say things like that, Jeff! You scared me!" "You're the one who said it, not me." "Well, you made me think it!

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some running in terror from the whip of subtle simalarity between the madwomens utterd thoughts and their own unuttered ones

to all of you, can you read my thoughts?" (...) "Dont look at me" miss coral said, with the genteel horror of the countless visiting abattori. "i cant even read my own

Can you read my thoughts?" she asked them. "Are you talking to me?" Lee said. "To all of you. Can you read my thoughts?" "What are you trying to do—get me sent to seclusion?" "Go to hell", Helene said pleasantly. "Don't look at me," Miss Coral said, with the genteel horror of a countess visiting an abattoir, "I can't even read my own.

I can't even hear what I'm thinking most of the time. My brain's noisy.

Something about you makes me feel like I can tell you things like that. You're so still. It's like, you'll just hear it." He smiled wryly. "I can't even hear what I'm thinking most of the time," he said, his brow wrinkling. "My brain's noisy.

Supposedly, guys think about sex every eight seconds. If that's true, how can they talk to their grandmothers?

The simple truth is this: Most humans are very much alike. The simple and obvious truth is that there are very few variables to what a person might do, think, fear or desire in any given situation.

It required a strong effort to abstract her thoughts from other interests sufficiently to attend to this, but she was rewarded for her exertions by again experiencing, that employment is the surest antidote to sorrow.

Most of the monsters men fear are in their minds. They would vanish like smoke if we would only let them.

As dawn leaks into the sky it edits out the stars like excess punctuation marks, deleting asterisks and periods, commas, and semi-colons, leaving only unhinged thoughts rotating and pivoting, and unsecured words.

Without love, I'm more at ease, I'm sure. The sky is high, the mountain wind is sweeping, And all my thoughts are innocent and pure.

So shiny was bad and 'too sad' was bad, and 'too joyous' was bad, which meant you had to go around not being anything; also nit thinking, least not at the top level, which was why everybody kept their private thoughts safe and sound in those recesses underneath.