Quotes About Thoughts

Your thoughts and beliefs form your reality.

Words shouldn't be dirty or clean But definitely sweet, On the tongue, in the mind.

You know, sometimes you can be real scary. I don't what you were thinking back there when you took those shoes off, but all hair stood up on the back of my next. I had airport rage. Fuckin' A, Lula said.

Connie, giving her thoughts on why Vinnie's hot temper is less than normal, says: Lucille must have fed him a Vallium smoothie this morning.

I didn't do anything with him. He wanted a date for tonight." "Holy crap," Lula said. "And?" Connie said. "And I had a restless night thinking about it," I told them. "I bet," Lula said. "If it was me I would have been burning out the motor on my intimate appliances.

I rolled my eyes so far into the back of my head I saw myself thinking.

What was the deal with me today? It was as if my mouth wasn't connected to my brain.

I'm usually only mentally rude to people.

I rolled my eyes so far into the back of my head I saw myself Thinking"- Stephanie Plum High Five

She's never where she is,' I said. 'She's only inside her head.

I couldn't stop thinking about the body, what a hard fact it was. That philosopher who said we think, therefore we are, should have spent an hour in the maternity ward of Waite Memorial Hospital. He'd have had to change his whole philosophy. The mind was so thin, barely a spiderweb, with all its fine thoughts, aspirations, and beliefs in its own importance. Watch how easily it unravels, evaporates under the first lick of pain.

The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.

She's never where she is. She's only inside her head.

The mind was so thin, barely a spiderweb, with all its fine thoughts, aspirations, and beliefs in its own importance. Watch how easily it unravels, evaporates under the first lick of pain.

She's never where she is," I said. "She's only inside her head.

The mind was so thin, barely a spiderweb, with all its fine thoughts, aspirations, and beliefs in its own importance. Watch how easily it unravels, evaporates under the first lick of pain. Gasping

People dread silence because it is transparent; like clear water, which reveals every obstacle—the used, the dead, the drowned, silence reveals the cast-off words and thoughts dropped in to obscure its clear stream. And when people stare too close to silence they sometimes face their own reflections, their magnified shadows in the depths, and that frightens them. I know; I know.

Like a historian, I interpret, select, discard, shape, simplify. Unlike a historian, I make up people's thoughts.

If the cosmos isn't finite, then far, far away, floating duplicates of your brain - with all its experiences, thoughts, and emotions - are occasionally (and temporarily) thrown together by the random combining of atoms. Such 'Boltzmann brains,' as they're called, are a disturbing consequence of an unlimited universe.

As I've stated prior, I have no concerns with a grand juror sharing their thoughts or opinions about me and my office's involvement in the matter involving the death of Ms. Breonna Taylor. However, I have concerns with a grand juror seeking to make anonymous and unlimited disclosures about the grand jury proceedings.

The mind begins to boggle at unnatural substances as things paradoxical and incomprehensible.

I think the goal with any writing, but especially narrative nonfiction, is to put the blockade of putting your thoughts in this unnatural medium of print and then trying to reach through that and actually convey what's going on, what you think, and make people laugh and recognize themselves while doing it. Definitely the laughing thing.

It's really unnatural to be in a room full of people watching you on screen. It's exposing. Your little imaginary world is up on screen. They can see what I've been thinking about! It's very odd.

The inside of a house or apartment after decluttering has much in common with a Shinto shrine... a place where there are no unnecessary things, and our thoughts become clear.