Quotes About Thoughts

As Buddha said, "All that we are is determined by our thoughts.

Our guests arrive with sadness and broken dreams. Their thoughts eat at them for an entire lifetime. They may have an image of themselves they cannot live up to. Or hold a grudge. Or pine for a love that can never be.

For example,when a conflict surfaces in a dialogue people are likely to realize that there is a tension, but the tension arises, literally, from our thoughts. People will say, "It is our thoughts and the way we hold on to them that are in conflict, not us.

Why are you so unhappy? Because ninety-nine percent of what you think, And everything you do, Is for your self, And there isn't one.

It is as if I have entered what the Tibetans call the Bardo-literally, between-two-existences- a dreamlike hallucination that precedes reincarnation, not necessarily in human form…In case I should need them, instructions for passage through the Bardo are contained in the Tibetan book of the dead- a guide for the living since it teaches that a man's last thoughts will determine the quality of his reincarnation.

You can't afford the luxury of a negative thought

Our thoughts create our reality -- where we put our focus is the direction we tend to go.

Tomorrow I'm going to Wong's, and I'm going to listen to the music of my own lack of thoughts. / Go, Gus says. Nobody's stopping you. / You don't see the beauty? Walt says. / Beauty of what? History of what? Alf says. / Everything. Shoelaces, farts, love, death, cantaloupes--all I have to do is remember. [Walt Kaplan/13 Gus's Highland Spa]

For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. But

Everything is true, he said. Everything anybody has ever thought.

Another fantasy film rolled suddenly into his head, without his consent:

Consciousness of unconsciousness

I'm sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I can't save you or anybody else from being dark. She thought of Frank. I wonder if he's dead yet. Said the wrong things; spoke out of line. No, she thought. Somehow he likes Japs. Maybe he identifies with them because they're ugly. She had always told Frank that he was ugly. Large pores. Big nose. Her own skin was finely knit, unusually so. Did he fall dead without me? A fink is a finch, a form of bird. And they say birds die.

His thoughts, Helio said, are as clear as plastic to me, and mine likewise to him. We are both prisoners, Mister, in a hostile land. At that Arnie laughed loud and long. Truth always amuses the ignorant, Helio said.

Nella tua mente c'è qualcosa che nessun altro ha. Ma non si tratta di precognizione. Di cosa allora? Hai senso dell'umorismo fu la risposta di Gretchen.

De manera que debo advertirle que cualquier cosa que piense podrá emplearse contra usted.

The idea hovered and shimmered delicately, like a soap bubble, and she dared not even look at it directly in case it burst. But she was familiar with the way of ideas, and she let it shimmer, looking away, thinking about something else.

He sat down and collected his thoughts. They were quite easy to collect, because there weren't very many of them, and they all concerned the same subject--what a burden his life was.

How can the weather have a state of mind?" said Papadimitriou. The gyptian said, "You think the weather is only out there? It's in here too," and tapped his head. "So do you mean that the weather's state of mind is just our state of mind?" "Nothing is just anything," the gyptian replied, and would say no more.

The idea hovered and shivered delicately, like a soap bubble, and she dared not even look at it directly in case it burst. But she was familiar with the way of ideas, and she let it shimmer, looking away, thinking about something else.

Was there only one world after all, which spent its time dreaming of others?

I can't bear the thought of oblivion, Asriel," she continued. "Sooner anything than that. I used to think pain would be worse—to be tortured forever—I thought that must be worse . . . But as long as you were conscious, it would be better, wouldn't it? Better than feeling nothing, just going into the dark, everything going out forever and ever?

Was there only one world, after all, that spent its time dreaming of others?

In the gloom, though, Lyra sensed the presence of the Dust, for the air seemed to be full of dark intentions, like the forms of thoughts not yet born.