Quotes About Thoughts

Rudy was interested, and confused. The moon was undone now, free to move and rise and fall and drip on the boy's face, making him nice and murky, like his thoughts.

Emotions are virtually always responses to thoughts. That's great news, because while it's impossible to control an emotion once a thought has triggered it, we can change our thoughts deliberately. We do this not by contradicting them, but by questioning them. EXPLANATION:

Understanding how people arrive at their opinions and conclusions gives insights into what people say and think — and can even help you anticipate people's behaviour and responses in advance.

We never come to thoughts. They come to us.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: El que tiene grandes pensamientos, a menudo comete grandes errores (Martin Heidegger)

Angel was snoring softly, curled in the cramped backseat of the car. She chuckled to herself. He could fall asleep at the drop of a hat anytime and anywhere. Unlike herself, who struggled to fall asleep anywhere but in her own bed, and even then she usually awoke in the early hours of the morning—the witching hour—her mind spinning with thoughts, recriminations, and dire warnings.

The mind is where the ego rules. The soul resides in the heart.

But she knew she would not sleep until she had somehow sorted through her thoughts about the night before. She pulled a chair to the window, blew out the candle, and sat looking out onto the moonlit lawns and trees.

My mind is like a crowded box-room with packets of all sorts stowed away therein—so many that I may well have but a vague perception of what was there.

considero que el cerebro de cada cual es como una pequeña pieza vacía que vamos amueblando con elementos de nuestra elección. Un necio echa mano de cuanto encuentra a su paso, de modo que el conocimiento que pudiera serle útil, o no encuentra cabida o, en el mejor de los casos, se halla tan revuelto con las demás cosas que resulta difícil dar con él.

sat in the window with the volume in my hand, but my thoughts were far from the daring speculations of the writer. My mind ran upon our late visitor – her smiles, the deep rich tones of her voice, the strange mystery which overhung her life. If she were seventeen at the time of her father's disappearance she must be seven-and-twenty now – a sweet

Sometimes the chords were sonorous and melancholy. Occasionally they were fantastic and cheerful. Clearly they reflected the thoughts which possessed him

Sherlock Holmes rose and lit his pipe. "No doubt you think that you are complimenting me in comparing me to Dupin," he observed. "Now, in my opinion, Dupin was a very inferior fellow. That trick of his of breaking in on his friends' thoughts with an apropos remark after a quarter of an hour's silence is really very showy and superficial. He had some analytical genius, no doubt; but he was by no means such a phenomenon as Poe appeared to imagine.

Sherlock : You do yourself an injustice. The features are given to man as the means by which he shall express his emotions, and yours are faithful servants. Watson : Do you mean to say that you read my train of thoughts from my features? Sherlock : Your features, and especially your eyes. Perhaps you cannot yourself recall how you reverie commenced?

Ah, I am wandering! Strange how the brain controls the brain! What was I saying, Watson?

Considero que el cerebro de cada cual es como una pequeña pieza vacía que vamos amueblando con elementos de nuestra elección.

I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

We resembled the great Inquisitors in that we persecuted the seeds of evil not only in men's deeds, but in their thoughts. We admitted no private sphere, not even inside a man's skull. We lived under the compulsion of working things out to their final conclusions.

But you didn't rest your mind. your mind is overactive, and the mind is what counts, dear

He who writes carelessly confesses thereby at the very outset that he does not attach much importance to his own thoughts.

A spring never free from the pressure of some foreign body at last loses its elasticity; and so does the mind if other people's thoughts are constantly forced upon it.

A book can never be anything more than the impress of its author's thoughts; and the value of these will lie either in the matter about which he has thought, or in the form which his thoughts take, in other words, what it is that he has thought about it.

A constant flow of thoughts expressed by other people can stop and deaden your own thought and your own initiative…. That is why constant learning softens your brain…. Stopping the creation of your own thoughts to give room for the thoughts from other books reminds me of Shakespeare's remark about his contemporaries who sold their land in order to see other countries.

Our greatest sufferings do not lie in the present, as intuitive representations or immediate feeling, but rather in reason, as abstract concepts, tormenting thoughts.