Quotes About Thoughts

It hurts to think of her, but I can't stop. It ought to hurt. After all, hell is supposed to be hot.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you.

Then her mouth is sliding against mine. Her lips open, soft and yielding. Our teeth click together, and she tastes like every dark thought I've ever had.

This is the problem with living by instinct. I don't think.

At least no one is privy to my thoughts. Stupid as they are, they remain my own.

Never is like forever, I think, and then am angry to be reminded of anything Cardan has ever said, especially now.

Mom and Zacharov?" I shrug. "I know. It's weird, right? I'm trying really hard not to think about it." "You mean about the part that if Zacharov and Mom got married, that would make you and Lila brother and sister?

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." ? Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

Hazel began to list what she knew. She liked lists. They were comfortingly straightforward, even when they were full of crazy stuff.

Sobre todo te odio porque pienso en ti. A menudo. Es repulsivo, pero no puedo evitarlo.

There is a pleasure in being with them,' he says. 'Taking what we want, indulging in every terrible thought. There's safety in being awful.

I pictured Locke's heart shot through with an arrow and then shook my head to get rid of the image. It wasn't like me to think things like that. It especially wasn't like me to have a brief jolt of satisfaction from it.

You will never know what the prince is thinking behind his smiles,' Hyacinthe says. 'You are a coin to be spent, and he is a royal, used to throwing around gold.

Most of all I hate you because I think of you often. It's disgusting and I can't stop. - Cardan Greenbriar, The Cruel Prince

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

We live in deeds, not years: in thoughts, not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heartthrobs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.' It's a quote by a man named David Bailey.

The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.

A student undergoing a word-association test was asked why a snowstorm put him in mind of sex. He replied frankly: "because everything does.

From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.

This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place.

Some sentiment other than love united these two beings, and inspired with mutual anxiety their movements and their thoughts. Misery is, perhaps, the most powerful of all ties.

What place indeed is there in the shallow petty frivolous thing called society for noble thoughts and feelings?

A man like you is a god, not just a machine covered with skin, but a theater where fine feelings sprout and grow-and feelings are all that matters, as far as I'm concerned. Is a feeling anything but an entire world poured into a thought?

If we could picture the thoughts of those who stand about a deathbed, what fearful sights should we not see? Money is always the motive-spring of the schemes elaborated, of all the plans that are made and the plots that are woven about it!