Happiness resides in your mind. Never infect your mind with negative thoughts or happiness will fly away.
Probably in your mind your shit is wise, but so far what I hear for me doesn't sound as a wise.
Our thoughts make everything possible in this impossible world.
If you want peace, fill your mind with peaceful thoughts.
The worldly life remains [and is not ending and one is not going to moksha] due to the pollution of the mind [bad mind/bad thoughts] and not due to the pollution of the body.
Like the sun and the moon loved each other,Like the sky loved the stars,The sun and the moon couldn't shine together and the sky couldn't have stars forever.
The quality of our lives lives, depends on the quality of our thoughts.
The thoughts that pass through your mind are merely strangers passing on the street. You can choose to stop them to have a chat or to simply pass them by, fleeting and never to be seen again. You choo...
How can our words ever truly be our own? Since we started growing all we've been taught is to care how we represent our persona and how we should communicate appropriately and how we portrait ourselve...
It is only a man's own fundamental thoughts that have truth and life in them. For it is these that he really and completely understands. To read the thoughts of others is like taking the remains of so...
If we examine our thoughts, we shall find them always occupied with the past and the future.
Vasudeva listened with great attention. Listening carefully, he leteverything enter his mind, birthplace and childhood, all that learning,all that searching, all joy, all distress. This was among thef...
The Yogic sages say that all the pain of a human life is caused by words, as is all the joy. We create words to define our experience and those words bring attendant emotions that jerk us around like...
She thought it was strange that the mere sensation of savouring the prospect of something could make her think for a while that is must be the prospect of home.
Nothing makes time pass or shortens the way like a thought that absorbs in itself all the faculties of the one who is thinking. External existence is then like a sleep of which this thought is the dre...
Hang ideas! They are tramps, vagabonds, knocking at the back-door of your mind, each taking a little of your substance, each carrying away some crumb of that belief in a few simple notions you must cl...
Everybody has a soul. I turn to Pelly. And that means you, too. I'm not so sure of that, he says. What does it feel like? Having a soul? I look at Maxine, but she only shrugs. I don't know, I tell Pel...
Not every thought needs to be voiced
In an era where Existence is incontestable, Truth is subjective, and Reality is perceived, fiction must mediate between the three.
Sometimes I want to impersonate a fountain, but specific circumstances don't allow me to do it.