Quotes About Thoughts

you wouldn't want them to know that in your heart, you are proud, and maybe even haughty, and are riven by thoughts the revelation of which would show everyone how deeply Not Nice you are.

There are springs in the mind from which others cannot drink.

The whole procedure of his thinking, Jason knew, was an imbecilic exercise; there was no compelling reason for him to seek an answer. And yet his mind bored on and on and he could not stop it, hanging with desperation to an impossibility to which it never should have paid attention.

Thousands of listeners listening in on the random thoughts of random time and space listening in for clues, for hints, for leads.

I sometimes think, said Jason, that the soul may be a state of mind.

An inconsolable longing describes that aching sense of waiting and dissatisfaction that regularly clouds our thoughts; that feeling that in the deepest depths of existence all we will find is a void.

We're making strange fictions of strange things inside ourselves.

Of such divine neglect was atheism made; belief could not be rekindled now, however profound his terror. Thoughts

with time, it would all come to fit in some grand design, or so his untethered thoughts persuaded him.

Houses weren't haunted, only human minds.

Nereus, the Old Man of the Sea," Nina murmured, cocking her head in thought. "There's a quote from Hesiod, the Greek poet: 'A trusty and gentle god who thinks just and kindly thoughts and never lies.

Alison was snoring gently, and I was thinking about what would happen if I pinched her nose. And covered her mouth. The head is so full of holes, and the ear, nose and throat are supposedly connected; you would wonder why it isn't possible to breathe through your ears.

Irkla ilgili önyarg?lar insan?n beynini çürütüyor.

Her mind was wily though, twisty. Thoughts she did not like wormed in from the sides, from beneath, through the cracks, from places she had battened down.

Sometimes when you had your head down in the [ice cream] vats, time stopped. The swirling white mist stalled in the air, hanging like ribbons. All sound dropped out, the whirring of the blender and the radio, and even the static-y buzz of your own thoughts. I don't know where I went during these spells. They only lasted a few moments yet they contained a little scoop of the infinite, a waffle-perfumed eternity.

He upheld the misspelling in his thoughts, in keeping with his loyalty to his mistakes.

This elevator's vibrations are resolving themselves in her mind as an aqua-blue cone.

So much of her time spent like this: dreaming up things to say and never quite saying them.

The mind is a garden, said he.

Again I quoted a poet—to avoid sounding like a preacher myself —who had written, Was Du erlebst, kann keine Macht der Welt Dir rauben. (What you have experienced, no power on earth can take from you.) Not only our experiences, but all we have done, whatever great thoughts we may have had, and all we have suffered, all this is not lost, though it is past; we have brought it into being. Having been is also a kind of being, and perhaps the surest kind.

An individual, for example, who is afraid of blushing when he enters a large room and faces many people will actually be more prone to blush under these circumstances. In this context, one might amend the saying The wish is father to the thought to The fear is mother of the event.

I want to write a novel about Silence, he said; "the things people don't say.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.

My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.