Quotes About Thoughts

Thoughts that didn't bear thinking kept crowding in and shouldering aside her pretended passivity.

It's no picnic up there in the egosphere.

Pensava gli stessi pensieri, inutili per un uomo di non grande talento come lui, se non per Sofocle: la casualità con cui si forma un destino... E come tutto può sembrare accidentale, quando è inevitabile.

Satellites can see your thoughts, but not through rock,' is like something they might say. In John William's case, it was conscious hyperbole and therefore commentary. At one level, it was reefer-inspired. It was partly for fun. It was other things, too-but not derangement. I give no credence to the interpretation, and I knew him better than anybody.

Imagine the thoughts in your mind as being like a garden. Whatever thoughts you water are the thoughts that will grow. When you have a horrible image in your mind, if you keep looking at it and telling yourself that you can't stop, that image will become stronger and stronger.

you'd think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it's painful.

aloof , adj . It has always been my habit, ever since junior high school, to ask that question: "What are you thinking?" It is always an act of desperation, and I keep on asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.

Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.

That word again. Happy. It's a curse. The pursuit of happiness makes us deeply unhappy. It's a trap.Before anything else happened, there was me in bed, thinking of who you used to be. I don't want you to think I forgot.

What did it matter to me? Did I think that by making you rational about one thing, I could make you rational about everything? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to save you from your fears

I was starting to think I was making up memories, just to have answers. Our brain does that sometimes. Or at least mine does.

lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.

We are surrounded by so many books, so many words, so many thoughts... and not a single one can help us. I think, What's the point of all magic, if no one really knows how to use it? But I guess the same could be said about life.

My mind was getting away from reality again, and I reluctantly drew it back in. There is no getting away from reality.

The kissing was supposed to take me away from all the problems. All the thoughts. All the doubts. But now when I kissed her, I was always measuring how much of her was there. And I was wondering how much of me was left.

one thing has always been consistent: Everyone wakes up tired. In truth, most of us go through the day tired, as if all of the information swirling through the air, all of the thoughts battling within our mind, leave us in a state of perpetual exhaustion. I don't know if it was always like this, but I'm pretty sure it's more like this now.

But that's the part that's so unfair. I have nothing else on my mind. How come I have to be the one sitting around analyzing him in like microscopic detail, and he gets to be the one with other things on his mind?

You're quiet." "Not in my head. Never in my head.

You can tell a lot about a person based on the pages he or she journals on

Do they sleep? I want to know...am I the only one who doesn't sleep?

That's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through all the silent parts.

What are you thinking, Evan? So I told him. Every you, every me. Fractals. Fracturs. I wonder who she is now, I said. So do I, Jack admitted. All the time.

Did I think that by making you rational about one thing, I could make you rational about everything? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to save you from your fears.

It felt good to be surrounded by books, by all this solid knowledge, by these objects that could be ripped page by page but couldn't be torn if the pages all held together. So much of the information we received was ephemeral -- pixels on screen, words passing in the air. But here I felt that thoughts had weight.