Quotes About Thoughts

all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...

To be honest, i put myself in the category of people who are best able to give form to their ideas by arguing

My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.

Lord Bacon said, "Writing makes an exact man." He spoke the truth. Writing produces exactitude by forcing you to set down ideas in logical relation to one another. Writing crystallizes your thoughts and makes your ideas specific.

The mind wanders and the mouth, it seems, is more than willing to follow.

If you were hurt at a younger age, its the thought that is killing you now

We have all been empowered by the web: everyone with a keyboard can now effectively broadcast to a national audience. In a sense, it puts each of us on the same footing as the major media conglomerates, except for AOL, who now apparently own all our thoughts and teeth.

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!

Emotions are fevers of the mind.

The average educated man in America has about as much knowledge of what a political idea is as he has of the principles of counterpoint. Each is a thing used in politics or music which those fellows who practice politics or music manipulate somehow. Show him one and he will deny that it is politics at all. It must be corrupt or he will not recognize it. He has only seen dried figs. He has only thought dried thoughts. A live thought or a real idea is against the rules of his mind.

Noté como la locura intentaba apoderarse de mi pensamiento. Y me sentí como un escalador que de repente pierde el equilibrio y se tambalea, sabiendo que un resbalón se convertirá en una caída y que si no logra aferrarse a algo se desplomará hacia la inconsciencia.

A nightmare is something you awaken from, Peter," she had said. "But thoughts and ideas that remain after its terrors have disappeared are something considerably worse.

Una pesadilla es algo de lo que puedes despertar...pero los pensamientos y las ideas que permanecen después de que tus terrores hayan desaparecido son algo bastante peor.

se dijo, los mejores chistes son lo que solo pueden escucharse a solas.

Las manos no son lo verdaderamente peligroso. Lo verdaderamente peligroso es, es lo que tenemos en la cabeza".

But strength alone though of the Muses bornIs like a fallen angel: trees uptorn,Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchersDelight it; for it feeds upon the burrsAnd thorns of life; forgetting the great endOf poesy, that it should be a friendTo soothe the cares, and lift the thoughts of man.

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by Singularity—it should strike the Reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a Remembrance.

Poetry should please by a fine excess and not by singularity. It should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost as a remembrance.

Your circumstances and situations never keep you down. The only things that keep you down and keep you stuck are your thoughts.

Anda akan menjadi apapun yang sering Anda pikirkan mengenai diri Anda.

You are living simultaneously in two worlds, two realities: the inner reality of your thoughts, emotions and attitudes, and the outer reality of people, places, things and events

Einstein said, "A human being is part of the whole, called by us the universe. He experiences his thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest … this a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.

Winter hedges me about, All the scene is cold and white. Clouds are laden all with doubt, And the day hath much of night. Yet I hold secure within Thoughts of spring and summer days, And above the north-wind's din Rise the Thrush's roundelays.