Quotes About Thoughts

He therefore that would govern his actions by the laws of virtue, must regulate his thoughts by those of reason;  he must keep guilt from the recesses of his heart, and remember that the pleasures of fancy, and the emotions of desire, are more dangerous as they are more hidden, since they escape the awe of observation, and operate equally in every situation, without the concurrence of external opportunities.

To fix the thoughts by writing, and subject them to frequent examinations and reviews, is the best method of enabling the mind to detect its own sophisms, and keep it on guard against the fallacies which it practises on others: in conversation we naturally diffuse our thoughts, and in writing we contract them; method is the excellence of writing, and unconstraint the grace of conversation. To read, write, and converse in due proportions is, therefore, the business of a man of letters.

Th' eternal eye, whose sight discerns Abstrusest thoughts, from forth his holy mount,And from within the golden lamps that burn Nightly before him, saw, without their light, Rebellion rising.Milton'sParadise Lost,b. v.

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions,—the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitesimals of pleasant thought and feeling.

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, Reality's dark dream! I turn from you, and listen to the wind.

Every thought, feeling, choice, and conclusion projects your inner light. This is the energetic essence of who you are and the resonance of your most dominant self. As a result, the source of your electromagnetic power is found in your strongest emotions, habitual behaviors, and most deeply held beliefs.

Negative thoughts and emotions are very powerful and prevent us from living in the present moment - they literally steal away our precious time.

It is of great importance, when we begin to practise prayer, not to let ourselves be frightened by our own thoughts.

For if the will has nothing to employ it and love has no present object with which to busy itself, the soul finds itself without either support or occupation, its solitude and aridity cause it great distress and its thoughts involve it in the severest conflict.

For the rest of the night, all I could think about was how many heads had lain on those pillows before my own.

I never had a connection like that to anyone, where every day you think about what you'll tell them and you wonder what they're doing, and you know they're wondering what you're doing.

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

Just because a person isn't talking about something doesn't mean it's not on their mind. Often, in fact, it's why they won't speak of it.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

As I rolled over, stretching out, my only thought was to go back to the dream I'd been having, which I couldn't remember, other than that it had been good, in that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.

The past was always present, in its way, and you can't help but remember. Even if you can't remember at all.

It was one thing to let these thoughts haunt the dark spaces of my mind, but another entirely to put them into the light, making them real.

I knew from experience that no matter how much you turn things in your head, trying to make sense of them, some people just defy all logic.

It was like the time her sister suggested she read Emily Dickinson to the tune of Gilligan's Island. Once certain thoughts got into your head, you couldn't get rid of them.

Why?" Pi asked. "What are your secret thoughts?" "Nothing," Mackenzie blurted out. Don't think about it, don't think about it. Tess shook her head. She doesn't want the whole school knowing she cheated on Cooper. Aha. "Tess!" Mackenzie yelled. Tess clamped her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to think it!

Orpheus never liked words. He had his music. He would get a funny look on his face and I would say what are you thinking about and he would always be thinking about music.

In the past - even a long while after she left me - I thought of Anny. Now I think of no one any more. I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately.

No era el aire miserable de aquel tipo lo que nos daba miedo, ni el tumor que tenía en el pescuezo y que el borde del cuello postizo rozaba; sentíamos que elaboraba en su cabeza pensamientos de cangrejo o langosta. Y nos aterrorizaba que pudieran concebirse pensamientos de langosta...

I see that I've become a really bad correspondent. It's not that I don't think of you. You come into my thoughts often. But when you do it appears to me that I owe you a particularly grand letter. And so you end in the warehouse of good intentions: Can't do it now. Then put it on hold. This is one's strategy for coping with old age, and with death--because one can't die with so many obligations in storage. Our clever species, so fertile and resourceful in denying its weaknesses.