Quotes About Thoughts

Vierte tus vivientes palabras de fe en el omnipotente éter y serás próspero aunque todos los bancos del mundo te cierren las puertas. Vuélvete a la gran energía de tu pensamiento sobre "ideas prósperas" y tendrás abundancia sin mirar lo que los hombres digan o hagan".

Vuélvete a la gran energía de tu pensamiento sobre "ideas prósperas" y tendrás abundancia sin mirar lo que los hombres digan o hagan".

worrying can lead to stress. What do we accomplish when we worry? Focus your mind on actions rather than on worrying! Action brings less stress

Suddenly I wanted to think like everyone else seemed to think. That military retaliation was honorable and just. But that's only wanting. War is always pointless.

I have a number of questions. If I had half as many answers, I'd be in great shape.

I didn't sleep well that night. I lost most of the night thinking about it. What does it mean when someone loses the use of most of his brain, and it makes him more kind?

While I was in bed, I thought about journals. I'd never kept one. I'd never given them much thought. Was there a comfort in them? There must be, or people wouldn't bother with them. Still, I wasn't sure I could imagine where such comfort would be hiding.

A human brain is a very odd place to have to live your life. And that's really all I have to say about that.

A great wind is blowing and that either gives you imagination...or a headache.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

Her heart was bruised by the kiss, smashed and surprised and unsettled by it. September thought kisses were all nice, sweet things asked for gently and given gladly. It had happened so fast and sharp it had taken her breath. Perhaps she had done it wrong, somehow. She put the kiss away firmly to think about later. Instead, she smiled at him and pulled a carefree mask over her face.

And Miss Oleander Coy had herself a blue mouth. Little stains at the edges of her raspberry lips where she put her pen when she was thinking, which was always.

I've been thinking a lot about rules lately. About karma, I guess, even though most people just viciously abuse that word. They don't give one spangly fuck about the wheel of becoming and unbecoming.

For to know a man's library is, in some measure, to know his mind.

There are things roaming around inside my head as clever as Theseus in the Labyrinth. It's just that nobody ever gave them the necessary piece of string, so they'll never find their way out.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.

Tom te tom tom, tom te tom.' zong Frits in zichzelf, 'het gaat slecht, verder gaat het goed.

I make my schedule around Your Word. I make the Word the final authority to settle all questions that confront me. I choose to agree with the Word of God, and I choose to disagree with any thoughts, conditions, or circumstances contrary to Your Word.

Writing and reading is to me synonymous with existing.

he is one of those good teachers who "are capable of retracing in detail, and holding accurately in their minds the origins, progress, mode of development, in short, the history of their own notions and thoughts, their knowledge and their intellect" (Z 1376).

The revolution that goes on in your head, nobody will ever see that.

It is a subsidiary question how you conduct your imaginings, including your imagined monologues.

If I think, hope, remember, will, regret, hear a noise, or feel a pain, I must, ipso facto, know that I do so.

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.