Quotes About Thoughts

This is me praying that, this was the very first page. Not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name, Until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you...

The universe began as an enormous breath being held. Who knows why, but whatever the reason, I'm glad it did, because I owe my existence to that fact. All my desires and ruminations are no more and no less than eddy currents generated by the gradual exhalation of our universe. And until this great exhalation is finished, my thoughts live on.

through the act of reading my words, the patterns that form your thoughts become an imitation of the patterns that once formed mine. And in that way I live again, through you.

Writing let you look at your thoughts in a way you couldn't if you were just talking, and having seen them, you could improve them, make them stronger and more elaborate. ·

And whether or not your brain is impelled by the air that once impelled mine, through the act of reading my words, the patterns that form your thoughts become an imitation of the patterns that once formed mine. And in that way I live again, through you.

Todos mis deseos y reflexiones no son ni más ni menos que remolinos generados por la exhalación paulatina de nuestro universo. Y hasta el momento en que esta gran exhalación termine, mis pensamientos proseguirán.

Which is why I have written this account. You, I hope, are one of those explorers. You, I hope, found these sheets of copper and deciphered the words engraved on their surfaces. And whether or not your brain is impelled by the air that once impelled mine, through the act of reading my words, the patterns that form your thoughts become an imitation of the patterns that once formed mine. And in that way I live again, through you.

The universe began as an enormous breath being held. Who knows why, but whatever the reason, I am glad that it did, because I owe my existence to that fact. All my desires and ruminations are no more and no less than eddy currents generated by the gradual exhalation of our universe. And until this great exhalation is finished, my thoughts live on.

The universe began as an enormous breath being held. Who knows why, but whatever the reason, I am glad that it did, because I owe my existence to that fact. All my desires and ruminations are no more and no less than eddy currents generated by the gradual exhalation of our universe. And until this great exhalation is finished, my thoughts live on. So

My mind became a sanctuary for secret thoughts of escaping from this household.

I think in French, but I get angry in Spanish.

It's hard to explain where ideas come from. They're an amalgamation of a million thoughts, dreams and sparks of imagination and it's difficult to pinpoint the exact moment of conception.

I live inside my own brain, most of the time. So where I am physically doesn't really bother me - if the physical place sparks something in my imagination, then it's a good place.

I must listen as God speaks to my soul through good thoughts, inspirations, and intuitions.

I record all my speeches and have DTP prints of them. When I happened to read the speeches compiled I thought it made for an interesting read. This set to me thinking on publishing it in book form.

Did I think about the risks? Of course I did. Anyone who says otherwise is not being completely honest. The amount of energy it takes to bring a spacecraft to orbital speed, and the forces it endures on re-entry, makes risk impossible to avoid.

I have no control over what people think, and if I were to spend energy on that, I would be a lifeless, deadened human being.

I'd spent my childhood thinking bad things, bad things every day. It had made me sick, but it had made me determined.

I'm not a spiritual person, but I really believe in the power of the mind and I really believe in manifesting things.

All the housemaid hopes is, happiness for 'em - but marriage is a lottery, and the more she thinks about it, the more she feels the independence and the safety of a single life.

Men tell us in these days that sin is what you think it is. Well, it is not. Sin is what God thinks it is. You may think according to your own conscience. God thinks according to His.

The world is a looking glass. It gives back to every man a true reflection of his own thoughts. Rule your mind or it will rule you.

In shallow men the fish of little thoughts cause much commotion. In oceanic minds the whales of inspiration make hardly a ruffle.

Symbolism is the language of the Mysteries. By symbols men have ever sought to communicate to each other those thoughts which transcend the limitations of language.