Quotes About Thoughts

Lontano dal centro dove brillano le grandi intelligenze, dove l'aria è carica di pensieri, dove tutto si rinnova, l'istruzione invecchia, il gusto si snatura come acqua stagnante. Per mancanza di esercizio, le passioni si rattrappiscono ingigantendo cose di nessuna importanza. Ecco perché l'avarizia e il pettegolezzo appestano la vita di provincia.

Like the best convenience store in the world, / the mind is always open.

My thoughts of longing are like the smoke grass, That grows always in profusion, winter or spring!

THOUGHTS ON A STILL NIGHT Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I think that it is frost upon the ground. I raise my head and look at the bright moon, I lower my head and think of home.

You have your thoughts and I have mine. This is the fact and you can't change it even if you kill me.

This is why human relationships usually take me beyond my limits. They wear me out. They scatter my thoughts. They make me worry about what I have just said and what they have just said, and how or if that all fits together, and what they will say next and what I will say then, and do I owe them something or is it their turn to owe me, and why do the rules change depending

All these years there had been a Tupperware container of bad language in her head, and now she opened it and all those crisp, crunchy words were fresh and lovely, ready to be used.

Wherever she went, whatever she did, part of her mind was always imagining a hypothetical life running parallel to her actual one,

she thought about that too much and all it implied she could tap into a great well of rage, so she didn't think about it. That was the secret of a happy marriage: step away from the rage.

Actually, what that child needs, thinks Enigma, sniffing noisily, is a real good fuck.

It wasn't that she'd found any solutions or experienced any earth-shattering revelations, but the act of observing her looping thoughts seemed slow them down until at last they came to a complete stop, and she'd found that for moments of time she thought... nothing. Nothing at all. Her mind was quite empty. And those moments were lovely.

dissatisfied feeling she often experienced when

The violence of her thoughts startled her and woke her up. She

As man imagines himself to be, so shall he be, and he is that which he imagines." So said Paracelsus in the fifteenth century. The idea of the power of the mind is not new, ladies and gentlemen. Good morning.

All that we are is a result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him.

She enjoys thinking deliciously shocking thoughts from time to time.

She reminds herself that everyone has thoughts they wouldn't care to share with the world. Many people have quite perverse thoughts about doing things with animals or fruit, or being spanked by nurses. The difference, of course, is that their thoughts are securely locked away behind bland faces, whereas Sophie's are always in danger of being revealed to all in a sudden flood of colour.

that we are is a result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him.

All that we are is a result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him. —Buddhist quote

As man imagines himself to be, so shall he be, and he is that which he imagines." So said Paracelsus in the fifteenth century.

Monkey brain refers to the way your mind swings from thought to thought, like a monkey swinging from branch to branch.

Marriage to Perry meant she was always ready to justify her actions, constantly monitoring what she'd just said or done, while simultaneously feeling defensive about the defensiveness, her thoughts and feelings twisting into impenetrable knots, so that sometimes, like right now, sitting in a room with normal people, all the things she couldn't say rose in her throat and for a moment she couldn't breathe.

always ready to justify her actions, constantly monitoring what she'd just said or done, while simultaneously feeling defensive about the defensiveness, her thoughts and feelings twisting into impenetrable knots, so that sometimes, like right now, sitting in a room with normal people, all the things she couldn't say rose in her throat and for a moment she couldn't breathe.

to return to that shadowy time of preexistence, she thought, when there was nothing particularly pressing to do except the occasional somersault, no thoughts, just interesting sensations of light and sound, and no loneliness, because those other two versions of you, who had been there forever, were right there beside you, not going anywhere.