Quotes About Thoughts

The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it

The soul becomes dyed with the colours of its thoughts.

Such as thy thoughts and ordinary cogitations are, such will thy mind be in time. For the soul doth as it were receive its tincture from the fancies, and imaginations.

As for my mind all things which are not within the verge of her own operation, are indifferent unto her, and for her own operations, those altogether depend of her.

Our life is what our thoughts make of it.

Suppress the thought; and the cry I am hurt! is gone. Suppress I am hurt! and you suppress the injury.

Auf die Dauer der Zeit nimmt die Seele die Farbe der Gedanken an.

Ons leven is slechts wat onze gedachten ervan maken.

Such as you are your habitual thoughts, such also will be the character of your mind; for your soul is dyed through the thoughts.

Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them. Think constantly on the changes of the elements into each other, for such thoughts wash away the dust of earthly life.

I can control my thoughts as necessary; then how can I be troubled? What is outside my mind means nothing to it. Absorb that lesson and your feet stand firm. You can return to life. Look at things as you did before. And life returns.

Uvježbaj se da misliš samo one misli koje odgovaraju na neo?ekivano pitanje: ''Što ti se sada mota po mislima?'' kako bi, trenuta?no i iskreno mogao re?i o ?emu je rije?, o ovome ili onome, i tako svojim odgovorom dati izravne dokaze o tome da su sve tvoje misli neskrivene i dobrohotne, misli društvena bi?a koje ne mari za hirove užitaka ili ve?a zadovoljstva, za suparništvo, zlo?u, sumnju ili sve ono što bi, priznanjem, izvuklo rumen na obraze.

These questions can be used by individual readers and also in reading groups in which participants are invited to share their memories and thoughts. Many of them invite reflection on previous or current understandings and are best used before treating the content of the relevant chapter. Some invite reflection about material in a particular chapter.

Neither can embellishments of language be found without arrangement and expression of thoughts, nor can thoughts be made to shine without the light of language.

Fieri autem potest ut recte quis sentiat et id, quod sentit, polite eloqui non possit; sed mandare quemquam litteris cogitationes suas, qui eas nec disponere nec illustrare possit nec delectatione aliqua adlicere lectorem, hominis est intemperanter abutentis et otio et litteris.

As I gazed rather intently at the earth my grandfather said: How long will your thoughts continue to dwell upon the earth?

Where do the words go when we have said them?

In reduced circumstances you have to believe all kinds of things. I believe in thought transference now, vibrations in the ether, that sort of junk. I never used to.

Everything that went on in your life was thought to be due to some positive or negative power emanating from inside your head.

What could she have been thinking about? Not much, I guess; not back then, not at the time. She was thinking about how not to think. The times were abnormal. She took pride in her appearance. She did not believe he was a monster. He was not a monster, to her. Probably he had some endearing trait: he whistled, offkey, in the shower, he had a yen for truffles, he called his dog Liebchen and made it sit up for little pieces of raw steak. How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all.

The pain gave me something definite to think about, something immediate. It was something to hold onto.

Sometimes he gets high, on the pot that circulates as freely as cigarettes did once. He thinks he should be enjoying this experience more than he actually does.

The mind, he reflects, is like a house - thoughts which the owner no longer wishes to display, or those which arouse painful memories, are thrust out of sight, and consigned to attic or cellar; and in forgetting, as in the storage of broken furniture, there is surely an element of will at work.

Yes, the thought-experiment penises can get out of control