Quotes About Thoughts

I love the shade and the shadow, and would be alone with my thoughts when I may.

I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.

Here I am, sitting at a little oak table where in old times possibly some fair lady sat to pen, with much thought and many blushes, her ill-spelt love-letter, and writing in my diary in shorthand all that has happened since I closed it last.

As to what they might be resting upon, Stephen was determined not to consider).

As well as my regular meetings with the Other and the quiet, consolatory presence of the Dead, there are the birds. Birds are not difficult to understand. Their behaviour tells me what they are thinking. Generally it runs along the lines of: Is this food? Is this? What about this? This might be food. I am almost certain that this is. Or occasionally: It is raining. I do not like it.

Without the journals I would be all at sea.

Their behaviour tells me what they are thinking. Generally it runs along the lines of: Is this food? Is this? What about this? This might be food. I am almost certain that this is. Or occasionally: It is raining. I do not like it.

I knew as I looked at it that there was something very strange here. But the strange thing was so strange, so entirely incomprehensible that I found it difficult to form coherent thoughts about it. I could see the strangeness with my eyes, but I could not think it with my mind.

I'm your mind, it claims. You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses

There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don't feel the same. They must reflect quite different aspects of brain function. The point is, the brain talks to itself, and by talking to itself changes its perceptions.

These thoughts have no meaning. They are idiot mantras that exist in a prearranged cycle; I'm no good, I'm the Angel of Death, I'm stupid, I can't do anything. Thinking the first thought triggers the whole circuit.

There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don't feel the same.

Particular patterns of thought get attached to particular movements or activities, and before you know it, it's impossible to approach that movement or activity without dislodging an avalanche of prethought thoughts.

These thoughts have no meaning. They are idiot mantras that exist in a prearranged cycle: I'm no good, I'm the Angel of Death, I'm stupid, I can't do anything. Thinking the first thought triggers the whole circuit. It's like the flu: first a sore throat, then, inevitably, a stuffy nose and a cough. Once, these thoughts must have had a meaning. They must have meant what they said. But repetition has blunted them. They have become background music, a Muzak medley of self-hatred themes.

There is a thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don't feel the same.

Ogni sera alle undici in punto, in qualsiasi luogo ti trovi e in qualsiasi situazione, uscirò all'aperto e nel cielo cercherò Sirio. Tu farai altrettanto e così i nostri pensieri, anche se saremo lontanissimi, anche se non ci saremo visti da tempo e ignoreremo tutto l'uno dell'altra, si ritroveranno lassù e staranno vicini.

A thought is like an unripened fruit that is not yet eaten by anyone. Ripening the fruit means bringing a positive thought into action. Many good thoughts die because they are not brought into action, so your good thoughts should definitely be brought into action.

whatever you think that you will be. if you think yourself weak,weak you will be; if you think yourself strong,you will be

the delicacy, the impermanence, the emptiness of mind states. Just like the weather, they blow in and out. Good mood. Bad mood. Tranquil mood. Frazzled mood [p. 105].

There wasn't a second that passed when you weren't on my mind. You own me, Eva. Wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, I belong to you.

We both had hang-ups, insecurities, and an addiction to each other that required regular contact to keep us functioning properly. I hated being apart from him. I rarely went more than a couple of hours without thinking of him.

Keep thinking those thoughts

If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time.

The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.