Quotes About Thoughts

The quality of our thoughts is bordered on all sides by our facility with language.

And what the hell does that even mean? Why would you serve food for thoughgs, and what kind of food? If you serve spinach, do you get healthy thoughts? If it's ice cream and candy, it is fun thoughts? Why do we say stupid things?

She woke to the scent of coffee, and wondered if that was how mornings in heaven smelled.

You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me. I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you. Darling, he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. You'll be thinking of what I can do to you.

Thoughts, Lieutenant?" Summerset asked as she started up the stairs. "What? On the house? It's better without the scary wallpaper and nightmare kitchen." "A point of agreement. I'll mark the calendar." He sort of got her that time, Eve thought as she continued up. But she'd been thinking of home and work and not of giving him a nice little jab.

It would be sheer hell to be privy to thoughts and memories without some power to control and block. I don't like to pry into personal thoughts. And it hurts

Thoughts, ideas, music, desires, poetry, anger, hate. People speak of the heart, Lieutenant, but it's the brain that holds all the magic and mystery of the human species. It elevates us, separates us, defines us as individuals. And the secrets of it—well, it's doubtful we'll ever know them all.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.   —William Shakespeare

Thoughts, ideas, music, desires, poetry, anger, hate. People speak of the heart, Lieutenant, but it's the brain that holds all the magic and mystery of the human species. It elevates us, separates us, defines us as individuals. And the secrets of it—well, it's doubtful we'll ever know them all. See here.

So much went on in this small mass," Morris murmured. "Thoughts, ideas, music, desires, poetry, anger, hate. People speak of the heart, Lieutenant, but it's the brain that holds all the magic and mystery of the human species. It elevates us, separates us, defines us as individuals. And the secrets of it—well, it's doubtful we'll ever know them all.

Life was easier when all I had to do was think about murder.

I urge you: don't cut short these thought-trains of yours. Follow them through to their end. Your thoughts and your feelings. Follow them through and you will grow with them.

His mind has become a refuge for old thoughts, idle, indigent, with nowhere else to go. He ought to chase them out, sweep the premises clean. But he does not care to do so, or does not care enough(72).

La historia carece de vida a menos que le proporciones un hogar en tu conciencia

Es un prejuicio que se ha hecho sitio en su ánimo, que se ha instalado en él. Su ánimo se ha tornado un refugio para los pensamientos viejos, vagos, indigentes, que no tienen otro sitio al que ir. Debería echarlos de allí a patadas, limpiar del todo el recinto. Pero no se toma esa molestia, o al menos no con la seriedad suficiente.

Think comforting thoughts, think strong thoughts. They can smell what are you thinking.

Whatever you believe imprisons you. Convictions create convicts.

And Vishous. . . V was the worst of them. He stood by the door, staring into space. Icy before, he was glacial now, a sinkhole in the room. -Phury's thoughts

That's where you come in. I want into that guy's mind, and you need to tell me how to do it. Ad shrugged. Personally, I'd just use a hacksaw, but— There are potential consequences and side effects, Eddie said carefully. Like what? Well, worst case... he could end up like Adrian.

The mind...the mind was the most powerful force for and against someone.

But that was the beauty of inner thoughts. No one had to know your weaknesses. And once you'd finished dwelling on them, you could toss them into the mental trash bin they belonged in.

Except cats couldn't read minds, of course.

What? he said. "Oh, you're thinking about my glock. Yeah, it's a big one.

This was the nurse Rehv hoped he would get each time he came in. This was the one who made these visits even partially bearable. This was his Ehlena. -Rehv's thoughts