Quotes About Thoughts

Have you summoned your wits from woolgathering?

A dream is nothing else but the echo of our conceits in the day

A solitary man in his bed is like a poor bed-red lazar lying by the highway-side unto whose displayed wounds and sores a number of stinging flies do swarm for pastance and beverage. His naked wounds are his inward heart-griping woes, the wasps and flies his idle wandering thoughts; who to that secret smarting pain he hath already do add a further sting of impatience and new-lance his sleeping griefs and vexations.

Could the straggling thoughts of individuals be collected, they would frequently form materials for wise and able men to improve into useful matter.

Quizá los pensamientos que expongo en las siguientes páginas aún no están en boga ni tienen el favor general. El viejo hábito de no pensar que algo está mal puede dar la sensación de que está bien, y genera en un primer momento el impulso de defender las costumbres. Pero el tumulto pronto se apacigua. El tiempo hace más conversos que la razón.

Life is not stationary, nor can be. The living body is forever changing by the ceaseless vibrations of the life within. The mental powers are forever built up or depleted by the thoughts that flow from them, and the truth that is discovered by them, and that reacts upon them.

Classifying thoughts, feelings and behaviors as diseases is a logical and semantic error, like classifying whale as fish.

My mind s a center of divine operations

A sinner crowds God out of his thoughts. He never thinks of God, unless with horror, as the prisoner thinks of the judge.

This judgment is on many, the earth swallows up their time, and thoughts, and discourse, they are buried twice; their hearts are buried in the earth before their bodies.

He had lost that privilege of simple nature, the dissociation of love and pleasure. Pleasure was no longer as simple as eating; it was being complicated by love. Now was beginning that crazy loss of one's self, that neglect of everything but one's dramatic thoughts about the beloved, that feverish inner life all turning upon the [loved one].

As we observe our thoughts carefully we will notice that they arise, abide, and disappear themselves. There is no need to expel thoughts from our mind forcefully; just as each thought arises from the clear nature of our mind, so too does it naturally dissolve back into this clear nature.

We should never think that our mind has somehow become irreversibly contaminated. This is impossible.

The only sensible approach is to train ourselves to observe our thoughts without following them. This deprives them of their compulsive energy and is therefore like removing the pot of boiling water from the fire. Eventually calmness and clarity will prevail.

We let ourselves be at the mercy of our thoughts and our thoughts at the mercy of our negative emotions, in this way we undermine ourselves. —A TIBETAN SAYING

I know too much, he said, his words weighted with old pain. The kind that makes a home on the fringes of your thoughts forever.

Emotional literacy is the ability to translate our emotions into words so that our feelings and thoughts can be held out in the intellectual space between two people, shared and reflected on, so that we can think about what we're feeling. It is a natural outgrowth of sound emotional development. To attain and maintain emotional sobriety, we need to learn to tolerate our strong feelings and translate those feelings into words.

The only thing I remember about him now is that he shaved his legs. I was surprised at how much I dug the shaved legs. "Thanks for sharing," Jacob said. I hadn't realized I'd been thinking aloud.

Thoughts are king, Trixie. King

Then came the impact and the blackness and there were no more thoughts and nothing mattered anymore.

Unlike me, Tim Taylor isn't burdened with thoughts about the cosmos. He thinks the Cosmos are a soccer team.

Always remember: Your thoughts are God's gift to you, divinely bestowed by the all-knowing life force of the cosmos that's been running through everything since the first stars were born. Every one of your ideas is special. Every one is sacred.

Lives don't divide up into chapters. People don't just talk, while nothing's going on in their head, and then respond. You know, none of these things actually happen.

I'm really quite normal. My imagination has some serious kinks in it, that's all.