Quotes About Thoughts

He wonders what memories she is rediscovering, what thoughts are catching in her mouth like the dust blown from unused textbooks.

I thought about my own over-anxious brain, my own sort of madness. Was it a more powerful engine in my life than my rationality?

If a conscience is living in a world defined by regrets, then yeah, I've got a conscience. My very first thought every morning is what I've done wrong. That

Psychologists try and remind anxiety sufferers that 'what if' worries are irrational ones. If you find yourself thinking, 'What if I just came across as racist?' the 'what if' is evidence that nothing bad actually happened. It's just thoughts swirling frantically around.

Nothing got inside the head without becoming pictures.

This evening I begin a notebook. If anyone reads this, I trust they will forgive my overuse of I. I can't stop it. I'm writing this.

H]er mind was like a balloon with static cling, attracting random ideas as they floated by[.]

You can think of me thinking of you, because that's what I'll be doing whenever you think of me.

Have you ever been tempted to leave a thought unspoken?" "I'm a writer, baby. Voicing thought is what I'm poorly paid and uncharitably reviewed for.

Sometimes I get so excited thinking about my morning coffee," Mr. Söderblad said, "I can't fall asleep at night.

him under house arrest was in his head. Hearing

Bruno's brain might have parachuted somewhere over the Atlantic.

We're each alone inside our heads, some more so than others.

Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?

the meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.

And so it was when anyone tried to speak: their minds would become tangled in remembrance. Words became floods of thought with no beginning or end, and would drown the speaker before he could reach the life raft of the point he was trying to make. It was impossible to remember what one meant, what, after all of the words, was intended.

I tried to think about other things. I tried to invent optimistic inventions. But the pessimistic ones were extremely loud.

I've thought myself out of happinessone one million times, but never once into it.

Life is precious, Jacob thought. The most important of all thoughts, and the most obvious, and the most difficult to remember to have. How different my life would have been if I could have had that thought before I was forced to.

They lay in silence, thinking their own thoughts, each trying to know the other's. They were becoming strangers on top of each other.

I thought about packing my bags, I thought about jumping out a window, I sat on the bed and thought, I thought about you. What kind of food did you life, what was your favorite song, who was the first girl you kissed, and where, and how, I'm running out of room, I want an infinitely long blank book and forever.

I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.