Quotes About Thoughts

What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.

An improper mind is a perpetual feast.

What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thoughts; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. They would make my fortune if I could catch them; but always the rarest, those freaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.

Man is a flux of states of consciousness, a flow of passing thoughts, each thought of self another self, a myriad thoughts, a myriad selves, a continual becoming but never being, a will-of-the-wisp flitting of ghosts in ghostland.

The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.

Well I know the secret places, And the nests in hedge and tree; At what doors are friendly faces, In what hearts are thoughts of me.

The true guide of our conduct is no outward authority, but the voice of God, who comes down to dwell in our souls, who knows all our thoughts, to whom are owing all the truth we know, and all the good we do; for vice is voluntary, and virtue comes from the grace of the heavenly spirit within.

The danger of reading too much is that we shall have only the thoughts of others. The danger of reading too little or none at all, that we shall have none but our own.

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.

This should have been a noble creature: he/ Hath all the energy which would have made/ A goodly frame of glorious elements,/ Had they been wisely mingled; as it is,/ It is an awful chaos-light and darkness-/ And mind and dust- and passions and pure thoughts,/ Mix'd, and contending without end or order,/ All dormant or destructive/

our heads, the little globes which hold the midnight sky and the shining, invisible universes of thought, have been taken about as much for granted as the growth of a yellow pumpkin in the fall.

because as neuroscience will tell you, what fires together, wires together.

He was a man. Men always had lewd thoughts. It was perfectly natural and normal

Then he recalled whose daughter she was, and wondered why he wondered. Then he recalled who it was who had a child. A child, Noirot had a child!

Due to not getting pumped regular, females take the oddest fancies, such as imagining they can think.

It's ironic that when I was alive, all I thought about was death.

Unfortunately, as a society, we do not teach our children that they need to tend carefully the garden of their minds . Without structure, censorship, or discipline, our thoughts run rampant on automatic. Because we have not learned how to more carefully manage what goes on inside our brains, we remain vulnerable to not only what other people think about us, but also to advertising and/or political manipulation.

If thought bubbles appeared above my head, I'd be so screwed.

Aubrey didn't know what to think of this. People came here for books. Or, in Ben's case, to drive her crazy.

I know we're supposed to be grateful for all the mistakes we make, but mostly I'm just grateful that thoughts don't appear in bubbles over our heads.

Welcome, the man said in utter contradiction to his urban street clothes. He eyed the vibrator in Cooper's hand but whatever his thoughts were on a guy wielding a vibrator, he kept to himself. I'll get some candles.

what we believe affects how we behave—and how we behave dictates our reality.

If you can't stop the bad thoughts from coming to visit, at least you can make fun of them while they're hanging around.

There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.