Quotes About Thoughts

One of the oddest things in life I think is the things one remembers.

Curious, sometimes, how one's thoughts seemed to swing in a kaleidoscope. It happened to me now. A bewildering shuffling and reshuffling of memories, of events. Then the mosaic settled into its true pattern.

Los argumentos se me ocurren en los momentos más insospechados, como cuando voy caminando por la calle o me estoy probando un sombrero en una tienda y, de repente, una idea espléndida me viene a la cabeza.

She looked at nobody, but just before she went out, she raised her eyes and took a speedy glance at me. There was something in that looks that startled me - though it was difficult to describe why. There was malice in it, and a curious intimate knowledge. I felt that, without effort, and almost without curiosity, she had known exactly what thoughts were in my mind.

You took thoughts, choosing them out of your store, and then, not dwelling on them, you let them slip through the fingers of your mind, never clutching at them, never dwelling on them, no concentration…just letting them drift gently past.

What I think is a different matter. Maybe I think some rather curious things—but until thinking's got you somewhere it's no use talking about it.

Do you know what I've been thinking, Tommy?" "It's impossible to say," replied her husband. "You think of so many things, and you think of them all at once.

Such nice people, the Hillingdons, though she's not really very easy to know, is she? I mean, she's always very pleasant and all that, but one never seems to get to know her better.' Miss Marple agreed thoughtfully. 'One never knows what she is thinking.' 'Perhaps that is just as well.' 'I beg your pardon?' 'Oh nothing really, only that I've always had the feeling that perhaps her thoughts might be rather disconcerting.

And the good heart, it is worth in the end all the little grey cells. Yes, yes, I who speak to you am in danger of forgetting that sometimes.

I had an idea that you would not. My little ideas, you know, they are very valuable to me.

You forget," I said. "My calling obliges me to respect one quality above all others — the quality of mercy." "Well, I'm a just man. No one can deny that." I did not speak, and he said sharply: "Why don't you answer? A penny for your thoughts, man." I hesitated, then I decided to speak. "I was thinking," I said, "that when my time comes, I should be sorry if the only plea I had to offer was that of justice. Because it might mean that only justice would be meted out to me.

He thought to himself: "He'll ask me now if I was old enough to be in the War. These old boys always do." But General Macarthur did not mention the War.

I don't think I ever really believed in the annihilation of Anne. There is something peculiarly indestructible about that young woman

I looked at Poirot in silent amazement. The colossal cheek of the little man! Who on earth but Poirot would have thought of a trial for murder as a restorer of conjugal happiness! "I perceive your thoughts, mon ami," said Poirot, smiling at me. "No one but Hercule Poirot would have attempted such a thing! And you are wrong in condemning it. The happiness of one man and woman is the greatest thing in all the world.

Until the last minute I keep everything here," he tapped his forehead.

Her questions came with a kind of eagerness. The thought flashed across his mind that she must be very bored.

Isn't that her problem? That she lets his thoughts crowd in on hers - crowd out hers...

The mind, unlike a box, cannot simply filled whatever that you wish and then remove it once you decide it's a hazard leaving it unscathed. Rather, it's like a living being and what you put inside it gets ingested and assimilated. It becomes a part of it and to remove it takes a tremendous amount of consistent work and dedication only to realize that it was best not to have taken whatever it is in to begin with.

The unintelligent have no rights to own anything let alone their own thoughts which they have no choice but to hand over to anyone. Chaos almost certainly ensues in such a case

Either we can be Conscious of the Now, or we can be grazing like a cow... chewing thoughts one by one, losing Life till it is done.

The Mind acts like a magnet...It gets stuck to the past. It gets sucked into our yesterdays, and our Joy and Peace does not last.

The mind is a rascal monkey, Always jumping from thought to thought. It makes us fear the future, And drags us to a past that we forgot.

It is the high value that one gives to one's own thoughts that is the main obstacle to silent awareness. Wisely removing the importance that one gives to thinking, and realizing the greater accuracy of silent awareness, opens the door to inner silence.

it's the nature of the mind to be restless.