Quotes About Thoughts

What a bright sunny day, and I don't know what to say...

Not only were the books lost and the thoughts in the books, but what was to him, perhaps, the most searching loss of all, the hours of rumination which lifted him above himself and bore him upon their muffled and enormous wings. Not a day passed but he was reminded of some single volume, or of a series of works, whose very positions on the walls was so clearly indented in his mind.

The stuff we thought about and the stuff we sang about was the same thing

He has the memory of a convict, the balls of a fireman, and the eyesight of a housebreaker. When there is crime to fight, Landsman tears around Sitka like a man with his pant leg caught on a rocket. It's like there's a film score playing behind him, heavy on the castanets. The problem comes in the hours when he isn't working, when his thoughts start blowing out the open window of his brain like pages from the blotter. Sometimes it takes a heavy paperweight to pin them down.

Every hour that passes, another hundredweight of sand is poured in through a tiny hole in Landsman's soul. After his eyes are closed, what happens is never quite sleep, and the thoughts that plague him, though atrocious, are never quite dreams.

Combing her thoughts, yanking them into a pigtail.

Vulgar language, Chan said...Always the first and last refuge of the man with nothing to say.

Sometimes I fear to write, even in fictional form, about things that really happened to me, about things that I really did, or about the numerous unattractive, cruel, or embarrassing thoughts that I have at one time or another entertained. Just as often, I find myself writing about disturbing or socially questionable acts and states of mind that have no real basis in my life at all, but which, I am afraid, people will quite naturally attribute to me when they read what I have written.

It's lucky no one else knows what our most secret thoughts are.

Where the hell is Wuhan?" Bosch said. His words rescued me from the downward spiral of my thoughts. "Who?" I asked. He pointed to the radio. "Not who," he said. "It's a place somewhere in China. Were you listening?" "No, I was thinking," I said. "What was it?" "They've got a mystery virus over there, killing people." "Well, at least it's there and not here." "Yeah, for how long?

Expectation works in mysterious ways---and totally unconsciously.

But you must admit, these are nontrivial issues. We live in a world of frightful givens. It is given that you will behave like this, given that you will care about that. No one thinks about the givens. Isn't it amazing? In the information society, nobody thinks. We expected to banish paper, but we actually banished thought.

the waiter came, bringing the second course, pollo con ajillo, chicken with garlic. they would both stink frightfully when they were through, miss shaw thought; she would have to remember to buy some mints.

It's impossible to imagine, isn't it? Most men probably go through the same motions, more or less, but what's in their minds, what agitates their blood? What could be more mortifyingly personal, what veers closer to the depths, than whatever it is that makes us come? If we knew, if we could see what's in the cartoon balloons over other guy's heads as they jerk off, would we be moved, or repelled?

Hayal kurmak, suç iÅŸlemekten farks?zd?.

Nulla dà maggior potere sugli uomini che la menzogna. Perché gli uomini, figliolo, vivono di idee. E quelle si possono guidare come si vuole.

You have to record your own ideas, as, so far as I know, there is no store that sells Cliffs Notes on your past thoughts.

you know what the best kind of organic certification would be? make an unannounced visit to a farm and take a good long look at the farmer's bookshelf. Because what you're feeding your emotions and thoughts is what this is really all about. the way I produce a chicken is an extension of my worldview. You can learn more about that by seeing what is sitting on my bookshelf than having me fill out a whole bunch of forms. Joel Salatin

It seems that by the time the singular beauty of a flower in bloom can no longer pierce the veil of black or obsessive thoughts in a person's mind, that mind's connection to the sensual world has grown dangerously frayed.

It is possible to be indifferent to flowers—possible but not very likely. Psychiatrists regard a patient's indifference to flowers as a symptom of clinical depression. It seems that by the time the singular beauty of a flower in bloom can no longer pierce the veil of black or obsessive thoughts in a person's mind, that mind's connection to the sensual world has grown dangerously frayed.

The entropy paper asks us to conceive of the mind as an uncertainty-reducing machine with a few serious bugs in it.

the workings of consciousness are both more and less materialistic than we usually think: chemical reactions can induce thoughts, but thoughts can also induce chemical reactions.

I make sure to sit down for at least five minutes a day to just capture whatever passes through my mind.

Without needing to be theoretically instructed, consciousness quickly realizes that it is the site of variously contending discourses.