Quotes About Thoughts

The only thing worried thoughts have the power to change is what the next thing will be for you to worry over!

Weak thoughts and feelings often feel strong but remember, real strength is never anxious, cruel, or punishing.

It was different, though, knowing something in your thoughts and then hearing it confirmed, made real, planted in the world like a tree

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.

Ha ketten gondolják ugyanazt, az nem is hasonló; ha sokan gondolnak hasonlót, az ugyanaz.

I would touch its walls with my fingers and its ceilings with my looks, I would invoke the powers of writing, I would bathe my soul in the rivers of unknown thoughts that genius unrolls when surrounded by the song of all the books its heart receives the marvelous measures of its own speech...

Silence will not betray your thoughts but the expression on your face will. Humor has a hundred faces tragedy only a few.

The forceps of our minds are clumsy things and crush the truth a little in the course of taking hold of it.

I will never be bored as long as my thoughts are with me.

I simply will never be bored as long as my thoughts are with me.

To crave and to have every part of you, every thought and word. Happens in a heartbeat, every time I think of you.

No matter what your thoughts are they are not crazy so long as they are not crazy to you!

I will be posting telepathically today... So, if you think of something funny that was me.

It fascinates me. How I can remember my opinions, without remembering my reasons for them!

There are moments when I'm lost in my thoughts of you and how you love me in a way that makes it look like I exist.

There is hope, even when your thoughts tell you there isn't.

No one sees your strength, do they? No one sees the silent battle you fight against your overprotective mind that's trying to keep you safe from harm by keeping you safe from risk, safe from connection, safe from honesty. Maybe others don't see, but you see it sometimes, don't you? You are strong. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise—especially not your thoughts.

Auld John may dee a beggar in a hay barn, or at the back of a dike, but he sall aye be master o' his ain thoughts an' gie them vent or no, as he likes

I think of you so often you have no idea.

I could call my wandering thoughts together. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child's play, ugly monotonous child's play.

That is horse piss and rotted straw, he thought. It is a good odour to breathe. It will calm my heart. My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.

Your mind will give back exactly what you put into it.

Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the voice of that Egyptian highpriest. In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks. They are still. Once quick in the brains of men. Still: but an itch of death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak their will.

It is a curious thing, do you know, Cranly said dispassionately, how your mind is supersaturated with the religion in which you say you disbelieve.