3,100 Quotes About Thoughts

To understand the truth of everything,it took guts more than simply thinking.

Oh! you are a great deal too apt, you know, to like people in general. You never see fault in any body. All the world are good and agreeable in your eyes. I never heard you speak ill of a human being in my life.""I would wish not to be hasty in censuring any one; but I always speak what I think.

Creativity is a blessing and curse. You can't look away from creating more and always want to do better and you will always suffer in company of non-creative people who won't let your thoughts grow past their patty senseless thinking. Solitude is the best friend for all creators.

When I am all aloneEnvy me most,Then my thoughts flutter round meIn a glimmering host;Some dressed in silver,Some dressed in white,Each like a taperBlossoming light;Most of them merry,Some of them grave,Each of them litheAs willows that wave;Some bearing violets,Some bearing bay,One with a burning roseHidden away–When I am all aloneEnvy me then,For I have better friends Than women and men.

Think of negative speech as verbal pollution. And that's what I've been doing: visualizing insults and gossip as a dark cloud, maybe one with some sulfur dioxide. Once you've belched it out, you can't take it back. As grandma said, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. The interesting this is, the less often I vocalize my negative thoughts, the fewer negative thoughts I cook up in the first place.

Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.

One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts- just mere thoughts- are as powerful as electric batteries- as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison. To let a sad thought or a bad one get into your mind is as dangerous as letting a scarlet fever germ get into your body. If you let it stay there after it has got you in you may never get over it as long as you live.

The seed of every sin known to man is in my heart”.

He found himself in a room not unlike the shop. All books again, packed tight on shelves or laying in piles on every surface. It was a cozy room, for all that ; it smelled of warm, rich words and very deep thoughts.