Quotes About Thoughts

don't you see that the essential error is the same? Any refusal to recognize reality, for any reason whatever, has disastrous consequences. There are no evil thoughts except one: the refusal to think.

I fail to remember, the mind has fuses.

We may imagine that the mind houses a singular self, an essence of I-ness, distinct from all other selves and consistent over time. But attend closely to your thoughts and you find they are thoroughly colonized by the thoughts of others, through language, culture, and mutual expectations. The answer to the question of what I am, or you are, requires some historical and geographical setting.

Alice wonders if other women in the middle of the night have begun to resent their Formica.

Mr. Shepherd, ye cannot stop a bad thought from coming into your head. But ye need not pull up a chair and bide it sit down. - Mrs. Brown

It is true I do not speak as well as I can think. But that is true of most people, as nearly as I can tell. 

is true I do not speak as well as I can think. But that is true of most people, as nearly as I can tell.

It is true I do not speak as well as I can think. But that is true of most people, as nearly as I can tell.

The back of my scalp and neck prickled. It's an involuntary muscle contraction that causes that, setting the hair follicles on edge; if we had manes they would bristle exactly like a growling dog's. We're animals. We're born like every other mammal and we live our whole lives around disguised animal thoughts. There's no sense pretending.

I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass.

That is so. Science directs us to study our maker's creation, but his thoughts on its purpose are only his to reveal.

You must learn to end the wars in your world by ending them in your minds.

Watch your thoughts-listen to them because they shape your life and evolve into words. They tell a story about you and how you perceive your life.

stuff in." I patted my new pen in my pocket.

After all, to worry, at a minimum you have to care.

What perished with their cultures were their unique ideas of what it meant to be courteous, reverent, courageous, and just. What disappeared with them were their thoughts about what could be expected to be going on in the places into which we cannot see. As our own cultures continue to unfold around the riptides of aggressive commerce and heedless development, it seems these thoughts might have been good things to have made note of.

Most people can suppress counterfactual thoughts before they spin too far down a spiral, those who suffer from clinical depression may not be able to. When a student who didn't study much does badly on an exam, he could take responsibility for not having studied more. But the exam could have been easier, or more focused on the material the student knew.

And so thinking, she slipped not into sleep, but into that umbilical cord which connects sleeping and waking.

Where do I get my ideas? The more pertinent question is…how do I make them stop?

Detta thought he and Eddie were monsters of some species she called Honk Mafahs.

But grownups were always in a turmoil, every possible action muddied over by thoughts of the consequences, by self-doubt, by selfimage, by feelings of love and responsibility.

Thinking that if a person did begin considering supernatural possibilities, that person would no longer be able to think of himself as a completely sane person, and thinking about one's sanity was maybe not a good thing. It was like thinking about your heartbeat: if you had to go there, you might already be in trouble.

He was in that mostly empty-headed state of grace which is sometimes such fertile soil ; it's the ground from which our brightest dreams and biggest ideas (both good and spectacularly bad) suddenly burst forth, often full-blown.

Grammar is not just a pain in the ass; it's the pole you grab to get your thoughts up on their feet and walking. Besides, all those simple sentences worked for Hemingway, didn't they? Even when he was drunk on his ass, he was a fucking genius.