Quotes About Thoughts

People who had never experienced suicidal thoughts didn't understand the seductiveness, the insidiousness of those thoughts.

unfortunately, I am incapable of thinking up perfectly biting, split-second retorts, in any language. The French even have a word for this: l'esprit de l'escalier; staircase wit, something you only think of on the way out.

Lovnad i djupaste snøen frå Siss til Unn: Det lovar eg deg at eg ikkje vil tenke på noko anna enn deg. Tenke på alt eg veit om deg. Tenke på deg heime og på skolen, og på skolevegen. Tenke på deg heile dagen, og dersom eg vaknar om natta.

Well, if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o'clock, you hardly think what you're going to feed the corpse for dinner.

Questions swirled in my brain like terrified bait minnows in a bucket.

Lord, let not our souls be busy inns that have no room for thee or thine, But quiet homes of prayer and praise, where thou mayest find fit company, Where the needful cares of life are wisely ordered and put away, And wide, sweet spaces kept for thee; where holy thoughts pass up and down And fervent longings watch and wait thy coming.

Total forgiveness was not going to be easy. This much I knew. It was going to take some effort, but it was better than the alternative, which would leave me hating my father and resenting him. I couldn't live like that. I didn't want to feel anger in my thoughts for the rest of my life. I wanted to wake up in the morning and feel blissful at the sight of the sunrise. I wanted to feel grateful for the

I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.

She remembers that she is forgetting.

Per anni l'aveva rispettato; forse, pensava, anche amato, di quell'amore senza fuoco che si distribuisce in parti uguali ai diversi membri della propria famiglia.»

Me daba asco pensar así, una vez más estar pensando todo lo que a los otros les bastaba sentir.

No era en la cabeza donde tenia el centro

Lo había dicho sin pensarlo, es decir que estaba más que pensado, venía de un territorio donde las palabras eran como los locos en la clínica, entes amenazadores o absurdos viviendo una vida propia y aislada, saltando de golpe sin que nada pudiera atajarlos.

Todo porque se le mezclan las realidades y los recuerdos de una manera sumamente no-euclidiana.

Chuva, chuva. Continuaria Berthe Trépat tocando piano?

Me acosté y no quise leer, capaz que hice mal porque no me venía el sueño y me pasaba lo de siempre a esa hora en que se pierde la voluntad y las ideas saltan de todos lados y parecen ciertas, todo lo que se piensa de golpe es cierto y casi siempre horrible y no hay manera de quitárselo de encima ni rezando.

Salir, hacer, poner al día, no eran cosas que ayudaran a dormirse.

Y diré las palabras que se dicen, y comeré las cosas que se comen, y soñaré las cosas que se sueñan, y sé muy bien que no estarás. No estarás para nada, no serás ni recuerdo, y cuando piense en ti pensaré un pensamiento que oscuramente trata de acordarse de ti...

The first function of poetry is to tell the truth, to learn how to do that, to find out what you really feel and what you really think." June Jordan

The thoughts he put in her head. Someone should've arrested him for it.

Breath is the bridge that connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts.

Peter gazed at the destruction. It was the cities that always turned his thoughts to what the world had once been. The buildings and houses, the cars and streets: all had once teemed with people who had gone about their lives knowing nothing of the future, that one day history would stop.

The world was not the world; it was an expression of a deeper reality, as the paint on the canvas was an expression of the artist's thoughts.

It's the way my mind works, when it works at all. Things to do today: settle down, achieve serenity, live happily ever after. Tick the box and move on.