Quotes About Thoughts

These labels, usually not carefully chosen or given much thought, go on to form your beliefs. These are hazards with relatively accurate and descriptive labels—what about when you unwittingly use labels that are ambiguous, inconsistent, or inaccurate?

Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.

The Noise is a man unfiltered, and without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.

You do not write your life with words, the monster said. You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

Tu vida no la escribes con palabras —dijo el monstruo—. La escribes con acciones. Lo que piensas no es importante. Lo único importante es lo que haces.

It does not matter what you think, your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. You do not write your life with words, you write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

That's another thing about Noise. Everything that's ever happened to you just keeps right on talking, for ever and ever.

These thoughts start coming. They come all uninvited, don't they?

This is why I came walking, to tell you this so that you may heal. You must listen. Conor swallowed again. "I'm listening." You do not write your life with words, the monster said. You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do. There

It does not matter what you think, the monster said, because you mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day.

wind picks up a little more (Terribly sorry, I imagine it saying; apparently, the wind is British, wondering how it got all the way over here) and Henna has to snap her hand down on a page of an assignment that's threatening to fly away. "Why do we even have paper anymore?" "Books," Jared says. "Toilet paper," Mel says. "Because paper is a thing," I say, "and sometimes you need things rather than just thoughts.

I do it all the time now, reaching for the silence, making the thoughts and memories go away, and most of the time it works on the outside, too.

Say you were standing on a hilltop with someone who had no Noise. Would it be like you were alone there? How would you share it? Would you want to? I mean, here we are, the girl and I, heading outta danger and into the unknown and there's no Noise overlapping us, nothing to tell us what the other's thinking. Is that how it's sposed to be?

Você não escreve sua vida com palavras — explicou o monstro. — Você escreve com ações. O que você pensa não é tão importante. Só é importante o que você faz.

The answer is that it does not matter what you think,' the monster said, 'because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times a day...Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.

La vita non si scrive con le parole, disse il mostro. Si scrive con le azioni. Quello che si pensa non conta. La sola cosa importante è ciò che si fa.

I'm listening." You do not write your life with words, the monster said. You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

La mente crede a bugie confortanti, mentre conosce le dolorose verità che rendono necessarie quelle bugie. E la tua mente ti punisce per il fatto che credi contemporaneamente a entrambe le cose. [...] La vita non si scrive con le parole. Si scrive con le azioni. Quello che si pensa non conta. La sola cosa importante è ciò che si fa.

Tu vida no las escribes con palabras -dijo el monstruo-. La escribes con acciones. Lo que piensas no es importante. Lo único importante es lo que haces.

The answer is that it does not matter what you think, the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day.

I briefly entertained the notion that I was insane and didn't know it. Then I considered the possibility that I had always been insane, acknowledged it as more likely than the former, then pushed both thoughts from my mind.".

so many thoughts, my kvothe. you know too much to be happy.

Demasiados pensamientos, mi Kvothe. Sabes demasiado para ser feliz".

Evoqué su olor, la curva de su cuello cerca de la oreja, cómo movía las manos cuando hablaba. Me pregunté dónde estaría esa noche, si se encontraba bien. Me pregunté, de pasada, si sus pensamientos también volaban a veces hacia mí convertidos en tiernas reflexiones...