Quotes About Thoughts

Cierra con llave tus bibliotecas, si quieres, pero no hay barrera, cerradura, ni cerrojo que puedas imponer a la libertad de mi mente.

Pois era extraordinário pensar que tinham sido capazes de continuar a viver todos esses anos enquanto ela não pensara neles senão uma vez durante todo aquele tempo.

If I have to wait, I read; if I wake in the night, I feel along the shelf for a book. Swelling, perpetually augmented, there is a vast accumulation of unrecorded matter in my head.

Gli occhi degli altri sono le nostre prigioni, i loro pensieri le nostre gabbie.

I have felt that odd whirr of wings in the head.

Chiudete a doppia mandata le vostre biblioteche, se volete; ma non c'è nessun cancello, nessun lucchetto, nessun catenaccio che potete mettere alla libertà della mia mente.

Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing-room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring, roaring, diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?

Her mind was like a wound exposed to dry in the air.

Los omóplatos de Rhoda casi se tocan, en el centro de la espalda, como las alas de una mariposa. Mientras contempla los números de tiza, su pensamiento se aloja en esos blancos círculos. Pasa a través de las alzadas blancas y penetra en el vacío sola. No tienen sentido para ella. Ni ella tiene respuesta para ellos. Rhoda no tiene cuerpo y los otros sí.

And as she lost consciousness of outer things, and her name and her personality and her appearance, and whether Mr. Carmichael was there or not, her mind kept throwing up from its depths, scenes, and names, and sayings, and memories and ideas, like a fountain spurting over that glaring, hideously difficult white space, while she modelled it with greens and blues.

Los ojos de los demás, nuestras prisiones; sus pensamientos, nuestras jaulas.

Los omóplatos de Rhoda casi se tocan, en el centro de la espalda, como las alas de una pequeña mariposa. Mientras contempla los números de tiza, su pensamiento se aloja en esos blancos círculos. Pasa a través de las alzadas blancas y penetra en el vacío sola. No tienen sentido para ella. Ni ella tiene respuesta para ellos. Rhoda no tiene cuerpo y los otros sí.

Seduti per terra parlarono - lui e Clarissa. Senza nessuno sforzo entravano e uscivano l'uno dalla mente dell'altra.

È che pensava a lei, la criticava, e di nuovo, dopo trent'anni, provava a spiegarsela.

pensé en lo desagradable que era que le dejaran a uno fuera; y pensé que quizás era peor que le encerraran a uno dentro;

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt, that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

Todavia, em meio ao alvoroço desses pensamentos, alguma coisa se ergueu, como uma cúpula de mármore branco e liso, que, verdadeira ou imaginária, impressionou tanto sua fervilhante imaginação que Orlando se fixou sobre ela como um enxame de vibrantes libélulas pousa, com evidente satisfação, sobre a redoma de vidro que protege alguma tenra plantinha.

We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far.

I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.

Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams. We compared notes. We found strange affinities. The same June of the same year (1919) a stray canary had fluttered into her house and mine, in two widely separated countries. Oh, Lolita, had you love me thus!

The thought, when written down, becomes less oppressive, but some thoughts are like a cancerous tumor: you express is, you excise it, and it grows back worse than before.

I love you, my sun, my life, I love your eyes-closed- all the little tails of your thoughts, your stretchy vowels, your whole soul from head to heels.

We think not in words but in shadows of words.