Quotes About Thoughts

You can't think on purpose about somebody or something. Either you think about them naturally or you don't think at all.

The True Self quietly observes the playground where thoughts take form, where games are played, and the gunas obeyed. These are the laws of light, activity, and inertia … of inspiration, action, and obstacles. The gunas are those things that can be known. Your mind ponders all their qualities, mistaking these for reality, for they gave birth to the mind. But the Self remains unmoved by the noise in the playground.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world. — Buddha

Samadhi. Immersed in concentration and meditation, all thoughts and distractions far away. Your focus steady, you achieve samadhi. All that exists is the heart of the experience. There is no one meditating, no one concentrating, only awareness. There is no yogi, only the yoga. (3)

Only the most uncritical minds are free from doubt.

Almost all of us long for peace and freedom; but very few of us have much enthusiasm for the thoughts, feelings, and actions that make for peace and freedom.

Every man's memory is his private literature.

It is the mark of the mind untrained to take its own processes as valid for all men, and its own judgments for absolute truth.

mind the angels my love mind also those words dragging across our lips

También sabemos que cualquier constelación es una trampa del pensamiento. A veces nos complacemos en trazar líneas que unen puntos, fechas, estrellas, sucesos. Entonces creemos que hay algo en común entre esos sucesos, estrellas, fechas y puntos, sin darnos cuenta de que el único parentesco es el que hemos dibujado nosotros con tendencioso lápiz. Una última consideración: la oscuridad del cielo debe ser entendida como un don.

Piensas una cosa deseas otra amas otra haces otra cosa

Quante volte avrebbe desiderato di vederla dinanzi viva e reale, piuttosto che averla sempre fissa nel pensiero, piuttosto che dover trovarsi, giorno e notte, in compagnia di quella gorma vana, terribile, impassibile!

And sad memories eventually spoil thoughts of the places that recall them. And if they happen to be our birthplaces, those memories are liable to be even harsher and more poignant. (644)

Nunca corras directo al centro. La manera adecuada de contemplar un mandalas es, en primer lugar, entrenando tus pensamientos sobre los budas que custodian las puertas de su periferia. Una vez franqueado ese umbral, poco a poco te adentra en el interior, dando vueltas y vueltas en círculos cada vez más estrechos hasta que llegas al centro.

Being part of any solution means taking action. And taking action involves more than just dreaming, no matter how vivid, how real, one's dreams appear. Whether dreaming or awake, when we are prisoners of our thoughts, we can't always see very clearly through the bars of our metaphorical prison cell, let alone take action.

The lesson on prayer taught by Christ, in answer to request, consists of two parts, in one of which thoughts and words are put into the mouths of immature disciples, while the other provides aids to faith in God as the answerer of prayer. There is first a form of prayer, and then an argument enforcing perseverance in prayer.

Among the uneducated (which frankly you would call the general population where I live) the serious reader is a lonely person. He goes about among the crowds with his thoughts stuffed inside him. He probably dare not even mention them to his nearest pals for fear of being thought a schmo. There's a hunger in his eyes for someone to talk to.

If our thoughts are stretching across the sea to the landing at home, and the welcome there, we shall not fight with our fellow-passengers about our cabins or places at the table.

Most diaries are moans in writing, even when the person writing them is happy.

Diaries teach us that it is too much to be inside anybody's head. It is a horrible place. All that repetition; that endless analysis that doesn't analyze, just mulls a point over and over until it drops dead from banality.

We don't forget.... Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousands of memories, of smells, of places, of little things that happened to us and which came back, unexpectedly, to remind us who we are.

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

Where beams of imagination play, The memory's soft figures melt away.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.