Quotes About Thoughts

by acknowledging whatever arises without judgment, letting the thoughts simply dissolve, and then going back to the openness of this very moment.

In sitting meditation, our practice is to watch our thoughts arise, label them "thinking," and return to the breath.

Tu mente es como un cubo de basura chiflado que grita».

we habitually string our thoughts together into a story that tricks us into believing that our identity, our happiness, our pain, and our problems are all solid and separate entities. In fact, like thoughts, all these constructs are constantly changing

The practice is compassionate inquiry into our moods, our emotions, our thoughts.

Los pensamientos, emociones, estados de ánimo y recuerdos vienen y van, y el ahora básico está siempre

Every time your stream of thoughts solidifies into a heavy story line that seems to be taking you elsewhere, label that "thinking." Then you will be able to see how all the passion that's connected with these thoughts, or all the aggression or all the heartbreak, is simply passing memory. If even for a second you actually had a full experience that it was all just thought, that would be a moment of full awakening.

Clouds come and go without harming the sky. Like that, thoughts come and go without harming our mind. Whether we like it or not, the thoughts keep coming. That's just how things are. We don't have to see it as a problem

Coming back to the present moment takes some effort, but the effort is very light. The instruction is to "touch and go." We touch thoughts by acknowledging them as thinking and then we let them go. It's a way of relaxing our struggle, like touching a bubble with a feather. It's a nonaggressive approach to being here.

It was just as Trungpa Rinpoche used to say, "When your mind is big, thoughts are like mosquitoes buzzing around with nowhere to land.

our minds wander off into all kinds of stories and fabrications and manufactured realities

Not an unbeliever, sir, a free-thinker. Perhaps you've never thought about the difference. As a free-thinker I can believe what I like, when I like. I can commit you, in your sad situation, to the protection of God this evening, even though tomorrow morning I shan't believe he exists. As an unbeliever I should be obliged not to believe, and that's an unwarrantable restriction on my thoughts.

He ordered a cup of tea and two biscuits for five pence and thought of nothing.—Oh, but that's impossible.—It's not possible to think of nothing. Certainly it was unprofessional of Fred, who was paid by the university to use his mind, and unwise of him as a lover, but there it was, he was occupied with bitter sensations, giving way to stupefaction, then to emptiness.

You have this comet trail of your own lived life, sparks from which arrive in the head all the time, whether you want them or not - life has been lived but it is still all going on, in the mind for better and for worse.

Run over, thought Charlotte. Knocked down by one of those manic cyclists. It dies hard, maternal anxiety. In fact, it doesn't die at all. A life sentence. Well

Sometimes thoughts merely pass through a man's head without mishap, but sometimes they fall out of his mouth on the way through.

Silence is full of speech.

Dac? ar putea s? gândeasc?, inima s-ar opri.

They watched the flying foxes wheel above them, like shadows of thoughts, things so indistinct they would not exist without two witnesses.

Mirar el cielo, ahí pasan las nubes, y pensar: "No, nunca voy a suicidarme"

Entonces, para ahuyentar los pensamientos de mi cabeza, permanecía acostado en la oscuridad y contenía la respiración, pero ellos volvían a infiltrarse por todas partes.

Porque no sé dónde estoy, porque he olvidado que estoy en la habitación y espero que me llamen a comer, porque me he olvidado de mí mismo, porque ya no me llega nada desde fuera que me indique dónde se encuentra mi cuerpo y porque ningún ruido me retiene, los pensamientos me llevan de aquí para allá en tierra de nadie; no son pensamientos elaborados por mí, sino pensamientos que surgen en mí.

I left this conversation hours ago, but somehow my mouth is still moving, words are still forming, and none have seemed to offend. Amazing, the mind. My mind, I mean. Not hers.

Sow a thought, reap an act. Sow an act, reap a habit. Sow a habit, reap a character. Sow a character, reap a destiny.