But lying in bed just before going to sleep is the worst time for organized thinking; it is the best time for free thinking. Ideas drift like clouds in an undecided breeze, taking first this direction...
By all kinds of traps and sign-boards, threatening the extreme penalty of the divine law, exclude such trespassers from the only ground which can be sacred to you. It is so hard to forget what it is w...
Children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings; and if the analysis is partially effected in thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in words.
Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?.. He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.
Do all people have that? A face, a phrase, a landscape, an air bubble from the past suddenly floating up as if released by the head warden's child from a cell in the brain while the mind is at work on...
Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.
Don't worry about the past and don't try to figure out the future
Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway
Every hour, stop and ask: Am I really present in this moment? If not, what are my thoughts focused on? Doing this often will help you return to the present moment.
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...
Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear.
For every fact there is an infinity of hypotheses.The more you look the more you see.
For my true thoughts have spent more time in your company than in anyone else's, these last two or three months, and where my thoughts are, there am I, in truth.
For the first time she could see a man's head naked of its skull. Saw the cunning thoughts race in and out through the caves and promontories of his mind long before they darted through the tunnel of...
He [satan] vies for the bedside position, hopping to be the first voice you hear. He covets your waking thoughts, those early, pillow-born emotions. He awakes you with words of worry, stirs you with t...
He looked down at me without recognition, and I realized with a little stab of anxiety that he must have forgotten all about me, perhaps for some considerable time, and that he himself was so lost in...
He sat down and collected his thoughts. They were quite easy to collect, because there weren't very many of them, and they all concerned the same subject--what a burden his life was.
He was no longer quite sure whether anything he had ever thought or felt was truly his own property, or whether his thoughts were merely a common part of the world’s store of ideas which had always ex...
Her thoughts are full of other things just now; and people have such different ways of showing feeling: some by silence, some by words.
I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my bodyand life and money and energy with. I can select what I eat and read and study. I can choose how I’m going to regard unfortu...
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