Quotes About Thoughts

Magic is a kind of energy. It is given shape by human thoughts and emotions, by imagination. Thoughts define that shape—and words help to define those thoughts. That's why wizards usually use words to help them with their spells. Words provide a sort of insulation as the energy of magic burns through a spell caster's mind.

There's been a lot on my mind, I replied. It seems unlikely that your cares will lighten, Queen Mab replied. Improve your mind.

It's a rational sort of fear that puts a lawn chair down in the front of your thoughts and brings a cooler of drinks along with it.

A wonderful place, the mind, but if it has any kind of disappointing failure, it's that it always attempts to put new things into the context of things which are already familiar to it.

None of my issues have included memory loss or unconscious actions, she said. Thomas squinted back at her. If they had, how would you know it? Molly frowned. Valid point.

I was scared. Not in that half-pleasant adrenaline-charged way, but quietly scared. Wait-on-the-results-of-medical-tests scared. It's a rational sort of fear that puts a lawn chair down in the front of your thoughts and brings a cooler of drinks along with it.

Tavi eventually came to the conclusion that he was sulking.

It was like a fire in my thoughts, my concentration, burning ever more brightly, more pure, refining my anger, my hate, into something steel-hard, steel-sharp. I could feel it burning, and reached for it eagerly, shoving the pain inside to fuel my incandescent anger.

Miles nodded his head, but said nothing more of the Marat. "You've much on your mind.

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.

You don't exactly sleep, in situations like that. You close your eyes and stop moving, and then a lot of complicated things happen in your brain.

My heart suddenly overflowed with excitement, my thoughts with hope, confidence, and eager anticipation, and if I had a personal soundtrack to my life it would have been playing Ode to Joy while a stadium of Harry fans did the wave.

the mind has deep rivers of memory and sensation whose existence one never suspects.

I have always collected my thoughts on Sunday, a habit enforced in my childhood when my father gave up on the church and turned to my own education with an energy that must be called unpleasant.

The writer is just answering a series of unuttered questions.

Dreams are the wind of the mind.

Way up in my tree I'm sitting by my fire Wond'rin' where in this world might you be And knowin' all the time you're still roamin' the countryside Do you still think about me?

It's not the books by Stephen King that I read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .

O que lembro, tenho.

I was thinking as small children think, as if my thoughts or wishes had the power to reverse the narrative

Had I been blessed with even limited access to my own mind there would have been no reason to write. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

I was thinking as small children think, as if my thoughts or wishes had the power to reverse the narrative, change the outcome.

Who is the director of dreams, would he care? Was it only by dreaming or writing that I could find out what I thought?

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means…. What is going on in these pictures in my mind?