Words don’t come out when you’re hurt that deeply.
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Quotes tagged ‘Thoughts’
Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.
Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there’s no difference between what is and what could be.
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
I don’t think I’m easy to talk about. I’ve got a very irregular head. And I’m not anything that you think I am anyway.
But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
We become what we think about.
If I could, I would apologize to the sky and my room ceiling for all of the nights I’ve awkwardly stared at them remembering things I should have forgotten.
Ah, thoughts - they’re not so easy to control.
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly…If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
Just let go. Let go of how you thought your life should be, and embrace the life that is trying to work its way into your consciousness.
But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.
It is our own mental attitude which makes the world what it is for us. Our thoughts make things beautiful, our thoughts make things ugly. The whole world is in our own minds. Learn to see things in the proper light.
I am strangely tired, not from having talked so much but at the mere thought of what I still have to say.
You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.
Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky.
What we’re seeing ‘out there’ is the projection of where we’re at–the projection of the clingings of our minds.
What a liberation to realize that the 'voice in my head' is not who I am.