Quotes About Thoughts

Always, emotional freedom involves choosing where you put your attention.

As you're reading this text, you may notice these two levels. Part of your mind is focusing on the information in the text; that is, you are trying to understand and integrate factual information. At another level, however, you may be having some quick, evaluative thoughts about the situation. These cognitions are called automatic thoughts

I thought about all the dumb things I'd done since I got to camp. Telling everyone that Eric Richards was my cousin was dumb, but following Denni was even dumber.

What surprised her the most about her quiet winter and spring was how often she thought of her mother. It was like discovering a new vein of grief. Maybe it was because mourning a marriage was like mourning a parent—you miss the person you wished you had, as well as the one you did.

I looked at his eyes. I was thinking: they are bluer than the sea. But then the sea is not blue at all, is it?

Writing is the best way to talk without being interrupted.

Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted.

Ecrire, c'est une façon de parler sans être interrompu. (Writing, it's a way of speaking without being interrupted.)

Une pensée écrite est morte. Elle vivait. Elle ne vit plus. Elle était fleur. L'écriture l'a rendue artificielle, c'est-à-dire immuable.

Es gibt Gebiete des Denkens, die man nicht ungestraft betritt. Kopfschmerzen und ein schlechter Charakter sind der Mindestpreis.

It's quite simple," she says, while Rosentreter wonders, not without anxiety, whether she can read his thoughts. "You draw air into your lungs, you raise your soft palate, air passes over your vocal cords, and you move your lips and tongue. Or, to put it another way, you speak.

The monologue of an isolated person who allows the threads of private thoughts to surface in letters and conversations, even in conversations with strangers.

My brain was so noisy and opinionated that it drowned out my heart.

He didn't know what he felt. For the first time in his life, his thoughts were a jumble, tossing and turning and writing over each other like an endlessly edited story.

He poked her shoulder. 'Ellie? Ellie?' 'What? Oh, I'm sorry.' Her face colored, even though she knew he couldn't possibly read her thoughts. 'Just woolgathering.' 'Darling, you were practically hugging a sheep.

One would think her tired mind would go utterly blank, but the opposite was true. She could not stop thinking about the highwayman. And his kiss. And his identity. And his kiss. And if she would meet him again. And that he'd kissed her. And-

He sat in his chair, barely able to contain his own maniacal laughter. Oh, Michael, he thought, the chair shaking beneath him as he let his head fall into his hands. Welcome to the rest of your life.

Nothing is ever as complicated as it is in one's mind.

Colín decidió en ese mismo momento que la mente femenina era uno de los órganos más extraños e incomprensibles que ningún hombre debería intentar entender

I don't like to think about being an influence. It's embarrassing.

Dreams have as much influence as actions.

The things that concern us during the day are going to influence what we experience during the night.

I don't listen to the radio in the car, and I do that because I don't want to be influenced.