Quotes About Thoughts

They strike one, above all, as giving no account of themselves in any terms already consecrated by human use; to this inarticulate state they probably form, collectively, the most unprecedented of monuments; abysmal the mystery of what they think, what they feel, what they want, what they suppose themselves to be saying.

She has only one fault; too many ideas.

He had thought, no doubt, from the day he was born, much more than he had acted; except indeed that he remembered thoughts--a few of them--which at the moment of their coming to him had thrilled him almost like adventures.

Every one asks me what I 'think' of everything," said Spencer Brydon; "and I make answer as I can—begging or dodging the question, putting them off with any nonsense. It wouldn't matter to any of them really," he went on, "for, even were it possible to meet in that stand-and-deliver way so silly a demand on so big a subject, my 'thoughts' would still be almost altogether about something that concerns only myself.

I dare say, Densher granted, we were both thinking of her. You were neither of you thinking of any one else.

In Isabel's mind today there was nothing clear; there was a confusion of regrets, a complication of fears.

I have never entertained an idea. Ideas often entertain me; (Chapter 7)

We live entirely in the past, nourished by dead thoughts, dead creeds, dead sciences. And it is the past which is engulfing us, not the future. The future always has and always will belong to—the poet.

Life, said Emerson, consists in what a man is thinking all day. If that be so, then my life is nothing but a big intestine. I not only think about food all day, but I dream about it at night.

In my mind I saw my own temples in ruins, before even one brick had been laid upon another.

I was polluting the bed with dreams.

Nothing is right or wrong but thinking makes it so. You no longer believe in reality but in thinking. And when you are pushed off the dead end your thoughts go with you and they are of no use to you.

Life, said Emerson, consists in what a man is thinking all day. If that be so, then my life is nothing but a big intestine. I not only think about food all day, but I dream about it at night. But I don't ask to go back to America, to be put in a double harness again, to work the treadmill. No, I prefer to be a poor man of Europe. God knows, I am poor enough; it only remains to be a man.

What attracted me to her was her passion for Balzac. All the way home, she was talking to me about 'Lost Illusions'. The car was packed, and we were jammed so tight together that it didn't make any difference what we were talking about because we were only thinking of one thing.

todas las miradas anhelantes que dediqué a los edificios y estatuas, los había mirado tan ansiosa, tan desesperadamente, que ahora mis pensamientos deben de haberse convertido en parte integrante de los propios edificios y estatuas, éstos deben de estar saturados con mi angustia.

Life said Emerson, consists of what a man is thinking all day.If that be so, than my life is nothing but a big intestine. I not only dream about food all day, but I dream about it at night.

Vi živite o plodovima svog djelovanja, a djelovanje vam je žetva misli.

Life, said Emerson, consists in what a man is thinking all day.

I ought to be rich enough to have a secretary to whom I could dictate as I walk, because my best thoughts always come when I am away from the machine.

Let us labor for an inward stillness-- An inward stillness and an inward healing. That perfect silence where the lips and heart Are still, and we no longer entertain Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions, But God alone speaks to us and we wait In singleness of heart that we may know His will, and in the silence of our spirits, That we may do His will and do that only

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.

She floats upon the river of his thoughts.

All these thoughts of love and strife Glimmered through his lurid life, As the stars' intenser light Through the red flames o'er him trailing, As his ships went sailing, sailing, Northward in the summer night.

The soul is dyed the color of its thoughts. Think only on those things that are in line with your principles and can bear the light of day. The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you do is who you become. Your integrity is your destiny - it is the light that guides your way.