Quotes About Thoughts

How do you 'clear' your thoughts? You have only other thoughts with which to do the job; 'thoughts', therefore, are both blockage and broom. I suppose what we mean is that we should stop reasoning and try to 'feel' - which presumes that what we 'feel' is more valuable than anything we think ...

What had gone completely was the memory of what made her human, her ways and her thoughts. The withholding of these details was like a torment. When he tried to bring her back to mind, he could not hear the voice, he could not imagine one aspect of her, the way she looked or talked, the expressions of her face, her walk, her gestures. It was as though she were dead and he bore the responsibility for killing her.

La lectura, asegura, ampliaría mi experiencia del mundo. Las ideas que se encuentran en los libros serios darían profundidad a mis pensamientos sobre cada decisión que tomo.

Tell your lizard (brain) to shut up.

I don't remember writing most of these posts.

Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it!

your name repeats itself mantra-like in my head. At night I fall asleep clinging to the hope that you are happy and well...

She said that room up there is a remembering room and when she is up there remembering all those things fill up the room and when the room is too full they fly out the window.

Words. I'm surrounding by thousands of words. Maybe millions...Deep within me, words pile up in huge drifts. Mountains of phrases and sentences and connected ideas. Clever expressions. Jokes. Love songs...I have never spoken one single word. I am almost eleven years old.

She tried to clear her mind. She knew she needed to return to the war, already in progress.

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

Meditation can be a refuge, but it is not a practice in which real life is ever excluded. The strength of mindfulness is that it enables us to hold difficult thoughts and feelings in a different way—with awareness, balance, and love

Cultivation of positive emotions, including self-love and self-respect, strengthens our inner resources and opens us to a broader range of thoughts and actions.

Connecting to your breath when thoughts or images arise is like spotting a friend in a crowd: you don't have to shove everyone else aside or order them to go away; you just direct your attention, your enthusiasm, your interest toward your friend. 'Oh,' you think, 'there's my friend in that crowd. Oh, there's my breath, among those thoughts and feelings and sensations.

Integration arises from intimacy with our emotions and our bodies, as well as with our thoughts.

The mind is like the ocean ... no matter what the surface conditions are like, whether it's smooth or choppy ... deep in the ocean it's tranquil and serene. From the depth of the ocean, you can look toward the surface and simply notice the activities there, just as from the depth of the mind you can look upward toward ... all that activity of mind—the thoughts, feelings, sensations, and memories.

Though it may sound paradoxical, identifying our thoughts, emotions, and habitual patterns of behavior is the key to freedom & transformation.

When we identify the thoughts that keep us from seeing others as they truly are we prepare the ground for real love.

We can use meditation as a way to experiment with new ways of relating to ourselves, even our uncomfortable thoughts.

Our minds tend to race ahead into the future or replay the past, but our bodies are always in the present moment.

Each opportunity to interrupt the onslaught of thoughts and return to the object of meditation is, in fact, a moment of enlightenment

The thoughts and emotions we stuff down into the darkness become a playground for the enemy, where his toxic filth breeds best. The compulsion to say the 'right thing' explains why so many of us have fallen spiritually sick.

Isn't it odd, the attractiveness of type and paper and ink, bodying thoughts and descriptions? Isn't it odd how much the sight can teach us about writing? Commas really look like commas in print.

He was like some kind of Star Wars alien creature with invisible tentacles that sucked your thoughts out of your brain.