Quotes About Thoughts

The words we use are an unmistakable indication of our thought habits, tastes, ideals, and interests in life. In like manner, the habitual language of a people is a barometer of their intellectual, civil, moral, and spiritual ideals.

According to current research, in the determination of a person's level of happiness, genetics accounts for about 50 percent; life circumstances, such as age, gender, ethnicity, marital status, income, health, occupation, and religious affiliation, account for about 10 to 20 percent; and the remainder is a product of how a person thinks and acts.

The conduct of our lives is the true reflection of our thoughts. —MICHEL DE MONTAIGNE

The conduct of our lives is the true reflection of our thoughts. —Michel de Montaigne, "Of the Education of Children

T]he truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

Doesn't it seem to you, asked Madame Bovary, that the mind moves more freely in the presence of that boundless expanse, that the sight of it elevates the soul and gives rise to thoughts of the infinite and the ideal?

He leaned against the writing desk and stayed there till nightfall, lost in sorrowful thoughts. After all, she had loved him.

My soul has been haunted by something like those forgotten melodies that come back to us at twilight, during those slow hours in which memory, like a ghost among ruins, stalks our thoughts.

Einen einzigen Gedanken hatte er, eine einzige Liebe, eine einzige Leidenschaft: die Bücher! Und diese Liebe, diese Leidenschaft verbrannten sein Inneres, verdarben sein Leben, verschlangen sein Dasein.

Quelle bassesse que de penser toujours au prolongement de son existence! La vie n'est bonne qu'à la condition d'en jouir. (ch. III)

However, all this reading had disturbed their brains.

The more ideas they had the more they suffered.

Then she asked herself, Isn't he in love with someone? Who could it be? …Why, it's me! All the evidence immediately became clear to her, and her heart leapt.

fallait évoquer l'image de Rosanette ou de Mme Arnoux. Cette atrophie sentimentale lui laissait la tête entièrement libre

Se asombraba algunas veces de las atroces conjeturas que se le pasaban por la cabeza; y tenía que seguir sonriendo, oír cómo le repetían lo feliz que era, fingir serlo, hacerlo creer.

The spelling mistakes were interwoven one with the other, and Emma followed the kindly thought that cackled right through it like a hen half hidden in the hedge of thorns.

But life is not a series of deeds. My life is my thoughts.

Calvitie. Toujours précoce, est causée par des excès de jeunesse ou la conception de grandes pensées.

A la fi, pensarien a situar-la: li trobarien algun xicot de posició assegurada; la faria feliç.

He reproached himself with forgetting Emma, as if, all his thoughts belonging to this woman, it was robbing her of something not to be constantly thinking of her.

La parole est un laminoir qui allonge toujours les sentiments

Birkaç y?ld?z kayd? birden, dev bir füzenin parabolüne benzer bir ÅŸeyler çizdi. ''Ä°ÅŸte bak dünyalar yok oluyor,'' dedi Bouvard. Gene Pecuchet ald? sözü:''Bir gün bizimki de tepetaklak olursa, y?ld?zlar?n yurttaÅŸlar? bizim ÅŸimdi heyecanland???m?zdan daha fazla heyecanlanmayacaklar. Böyle düÅŸünceler gururunu yerle bir ediyor insan?n.

En efecto, aquellas mujeres, que acudían a la vez a su pensamiento, se estorbaban las unas a las otras y se empequeñecían, como bajo un mismo nivel de amor que las igualaba. Cogiendo, pues, a puñados las cartas mezcladas, se divirtió durante unos minutos dejándolas caer en cascadas, de la mano derecha a la mano izquierda. Finalmente, aburrido, cansado, Rodolfo fue a colocar de nuevo la caja en el armario diciéndose: —¡Qué cantidad de cuentos!

Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.