Quotes About Thoughts

Sunday morning. The air was muggy and oppressive, bloated with the potential for rain. It was the kind of day that invited inactivity and foreboding thoughts.

I think the brain has a special box where it keeps crappy memories. It stays shut, but everytime a new entry has to be added, it opens and you can look at what is inside.

Among provocations the next best thing to good preaching is bad preaching. I have even more thoughts during or enduring it than at other times.

It's all in the mind and a bit in the heart but it goes in the body and that's where all the trouble comes in.

The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.

The power of the mind is your power. Use it. Don't let it use you.

Here, in your mind, you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be.

The toughest battle is Mind.

The desire in our minds is as real as the thirst in our throats.

Sometimes it's harder to attain inner silence than outer silence. The dog stopped barking and the kids have gone to bed, but your mind has a lot to talk about and it knows you can't pretend you're not at home.

Whenever I think about the past, it just brings back so many memories.

The thoughts that come often unsought, and, as it were, drop into the mind, are commonly the most valuable of any we have, and therefore should be secured, because they seldom return again.

Above all, do not lose your desire to walk: every day I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness; I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.

Worry is just curdled energy!

These things sift through our minds, with the years, like sand, and find their way out in ink.

It's so strange to think that before Facebook all this nonsense just stayed in people's heads.

We are, perhaps, uniquely among the earth's creatures, the worrying animal. We worry away our lives...

For the INFJ, all of reality is surreal.

Regrets — those ghosts of actions that haunt our thoughts

Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do.

Cheese, lively subject of a poet's dream, My thoughts go skipping through the tender theme. Venerable topic, old as the hills, I sing, Yet ever new, and green, like love, and spring.

I think about you constantly, whether it's with my mind or my heart.

Your safety gears are between your ears.

I think it's important and I think it's true that our life experience is going to be about our attitude, our thoughts, our beliefs, our speech and our actions. We can transform our life experience simply by changing our language.