Quotes About Thoughts

When incessant grieving occurs, it is usually out of the person's attempt to handle anger by crying and feeling bad and having obsessional thoughts.

We all live best in our imaginations.

I see companies these days where thoughts of "exits" are foremost in the minds of top management and board, and it is so clear that this value will infect the decision making down to the smallest choice by the most junior employee. Do we create something that is good, or just that seems good and might get us acquired or funded?

Del tried to concentrate on the Celtics and Sixers, and, surprising himself, he could. Funny how life worked.

Myron had two semicontradictory thoughts about Miami. One, the weather was so beautiful he should move down here. Two, sun—there was too much sun down here. Everything was too bright. Even in the airport Myron found himself squinting. This

Silly thought, but there you go. Memories, you see, hurt. The good ones most of all.

Logic is never linear. It dashes to and fro and bounces off walls and makes hairpin turns and gets lost during detours. Anything can be a catalyst, usually something unrelated to the task at hand, ricocheting your thoughts into an unexpected direction—a direction that inevitably leads to a solution linear thinking could never have approached.

So Ema and I went our separate ways. I got home, still lost in my thoughts. I had figured out what had happened in the Caldwell household. Most of it, anyway. I was having trouble making all the pieces fit. There was, I knew, only one way to get the answers I needed. It was going to involve putting myself in more peril. I didn't relish that either. There was a fine line between being daringly brave and foolishly suicidal. I wasn't in the mood to find out just how fine. But

Wheels were beginning to churn in Myron's head. Never a good thing. "Any other messages?

I don't ever want to hear that scream outside my head.

Meistens dachte ich an AM als es, ohne eine Seele; aber manchmal war es für mich ein er, ein Maskulinum … das Väterliche … das Patriarchale … denn er ist ein eifersüchtiges Wesen. Er. Es. Gott als Daddy der Durchgeknallte.

An den zum Verstummen gebrachten Gestaden eines Gedankens wurde der Papyrusmann von seinem Freund, seinem Henker, dem Prokurator, in den Armen getragen.

Memory is always in art, even when it works involuntarily.

Is becoming wise an act of knowledge? For Nietzsche, the greatest thoughts were the greatest actions. Thinking in and through metaphors, Shakespeare gives us persons who act with titanic self-destructiveness, incarnate sublimity:

Communication is a mutual exchange of ideas, thoughts, attitudes, ideas, information, and feelings between two people.

Sometimes I think I have always been sitting like this. I sometimes think I have always been sitting like this, alone by an indifferent fire, curtains closed, night, winter.

Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions.

The best way to deliver a speech is to talk it in your own words, thought for thought. A speech is a sequence of thoughts; if the thoughts are out of sequence, the speech won't make much sense. Now, you know how to use the Link system to remember things in sequence.

First, write out or type your speech, including all the things you want to say about all the ideas you think are important. Read it over to get the gist of it. Now for that "other idea": Select a Key Word from each thought that will remind you of the entire thought.

Forming such a Link accomplishes two things. It forces you to concentrate on (to be Originally Aware of) the thoughts of the speech, and it will give you the sequence of thoughts. Knowing that you definitely have that sequence also gives you a confidence that you wouldn't otherwise have.

Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.

I'm often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I'm running? I don't have a clue.

Possibilities are like cancer. The more I think about them, the more they multiply, and there's no way to stop them. I'm out of control.

The thoughts that occur to me while I'm running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of all different sizes. They come and they go, while the sky remains the same sky always. The clouds are mere guests in the sky that pass away and vanish, leaving behind the sky.