Quotes About Thoughts

Recognizing you was understanding you had thoughts in your head, finding the same things funny or excruciating, remembering what you'd said months or even years after you'd said it.

She thought it might have been his thought that wakened her, as he crept toward the solitary holding; she thought that the danger in his thoughts had reached out to awaken her as surely as an alarm bell ringing out across the night.

While thoughts exist, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living.

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

ravished by dead words become obscene, and dead ideas become obsessions.

He doesn't have feelings, he only has streams of words about feelings.

He gazed at the book in his hand, did not see it for some moments, thinking of her, then saw it again.

There was something I ought to remember: and yet I did not remember.

The words themselves are clean, so are the things to which they apply, but the mind drags in a filthy association. Well, then, cleanse the mind, that is the real job.

My thoughts Chink against my ribs And roll about like silver hail-stones. I should like to spill them out, And pour them, all shining, Over you. But my heart is shut upon them And holds them straitly. Come, You! and open my heart; That my thoughts torment me no longer, But glitter in your hair.

Remember, happiness doesn't depend upon who you are or what you have, it depends solely upon what you think.

Il est certain que le plus sûr moyen de connaître le bonheur serait de contrôler nos pensées. La félicité ne dépend pas des conditions extérieures, elle est régie par notre attitude mentale.

Happiness doesn't depend on outward conditions. It depends on inner conditions. It isn't what you have or who you are or where you are or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about it.

Todo el mundo busca la felicidad, Y hay un medio seguro para encontrarla. Consiste en controlar nuestros pensamientos. La felicidad no depende de condiciones externas, depende de condiciones internas.

I wonder what my baby is thinking at this moment, he called, rubbing his stomach with his hands. What I was thinking about was whether or not his being my mother was going to wreck my nightly friction ritual.

All the time we were there, you could see that dead squirrel right out in plain sight. Whenever anyone mentions New Hampshire, that squirrel is always what I think of. I bet I've thought about that squirrel a million times.

O soul, thou pleasest me—I thee; Sailing these seas, or on the hills, or waking in the night, Thoughts, silent thoughts, of Time, and Space, and Death, like waters flowing, Bear me, indeed, as through the regions infinite, Whose air I breathe, whose ripples hear—lave me all over; Bathe me, O God, in thee—mounting to thee, I and my soul to range in range of thee. O Thou transcendent, Nameless, the fibre and the breath. from "Passage to India

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me? (I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always drop fruit as I pass;)

O soul, thou pleasest me—I thee; Sailing these seas, or on the hills, or waking in the night, Thoughts, silent thoughts, of Time, and Space, and Death, like waters flowing...

The weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same waits for them, Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them.

These are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me. If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing or next to nothing, if they do not enclose everything they are next to nothing, if they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing. If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.

These are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing or next to nothing, If they do not enclose everything they are next to nothing

Tekst jest kniej?, czytelnik - my?liwym. Szelest w zaro?lach: my?l ucieka, p?ochliwa dziczyzna. Cytat jest rozb?yskiem.

la función que tiene la memoria es la de proteger las impresiones, mientras que el recuerdo apunta a su disolución. La memoria es en esencia conservadora, en tanto que el recuerdo intenta destruir".