Quotes About Thoughts

Mentalizing is a key skill because our sense of personal continuity is dependent on envisioning the thoughts and feelings we had in the past and how these relate to our current experiences, and because how we envision ourselves in the future is rarely in terms of physical attributes (after middle age, certainly) but rather in terms of projecting ourselves as a thinking and feeling person.

When we focus our thoughts upon some person in the spirit world, whether they be in the form of a definite message, or whether they are solely of an affectionate nature, those thoughts will reach their destination without fail, and they will be taken up by the percipient.

Although we can thus send our thoughts, it must not be assumed that our minds are as an open book for all to read.

Even Asmodeus, that limping devil who looked through rooftops at men's most secret actions, could not have told which of these thoughts masked an undercurrent of joy -- the joy of the man who know that he has killed wisely and well.

My darling one....I shall be thinking of you while you are away and hope you will remember to wrap up warm when you go out at night.

What makes you happy or unhappy is not the world and the people around you, but the thinking in your head. As well

Who decides what will finally make its way to your conscious mind from all the material that is pouring in from the world? Three decisive filters: first your attachments, second your beliefs and third your fears.

What makes you happy or unhappy is not the world and the people around you, but the thinking in your head.

Lo que te hace feliz o desdichado no es el mundo ni las personas que te rodean, sino los pensamientos que albergas en tu mente.

Where do memories go once we've lost our ability to summon them? It

He looks across to the fires. He thinks: The universe is full of fuel.

The city, thinks Marie-Laure, is slowly being remade into the model upstairs. Streets sucked empty one by one.

His thoughts skirted Sandy and especially Grace as if they were fatal chasms into which he might tumble.

Marie-Laure is glad to hear a smile enter his voice. But beneath it she can sense his thoughts fluttering like trapped birds.

can send a black thread twisting through his mood for days

This, he thinks, is the pure they were always lecturing about at Schupforta.

Something other than ghosts on which his mind can fix.

he wonders at the mystery of how one god can manage the thoughts and terrors of so many.

As if, inside Werner's head, an infinitesimal orchestra has stirred to life.

But I am letting myself be carried away by reveries which I must now put aside, writes Aronnax. Enough of these phantasies.

Somwhere across town she was standing at a sink or walking into a closet, his name stowed somewhere in the pleated neurons of her brain, echoing up one dendrite in a billion: David, David.

Memory gallops, then checks up and veers unexpectedly; to memory, the order of occurrence is arbitary

Good evening, he thinks. Or heil Hitler. Everyone is choosing the latter.

He thinks of the Christians sitting up on the walls, and the people praying inside the houses and churches of the city, and he wonders at the mystery of how one god can manage the thoughts and terrors of so many.