Mind - Quotes
The best gifts of all find the fewest admirers, and that most men mistake the bad for the good, - a daily evil that nothing can prevent, like a plague which no remedy can cure. There is but one thing to be done, though how difficult! - the foolish must become wise, - and that they can never be. The value of life they never know; they see with the outer eye but never with the mind, and praise the trivial because the good is strange to them.
You can tell the story of the rise of Christianity without any reference to divine assistance. It was a movement like any other, a man-made cult, a cultural contagion passed from mind to mind, a natural example of cultural evolution.
Every language is an old growth forest of the mind, a watershed of thought, an entire ecosystem of spiritual possibilities.
I don`t mind,
If your hands a little cold.
Cause I`m alive,
But I got no way to go.
How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
Let nothing hold you back from exploring your wildest fantasies, wishes, and aspirations. Don`t be afraid to dream big and to follow your dreams wherever they may lead you. Open your eyes to their beauty; open your mind to their magic; open your heart to their possibilities... Only by dreaming, will you ever discover who you are, what you want, and what you can do.
It drives me crazy when your parents try to read your mind. It`s even worse when they try to read your mail.
Mathematical analysis [...] seems to be a faculty of the human mind destined to supplement the shortness of life and the imperfection of the senses.
Our present swarms with traces of our past. We are histories of ourselves, narratives. I am not this momentary mass of flesh reclined on the sofa typing the letter a on my laptop; I am my thoughts full of the traces of the phrases that I am writing; I am my mother`s caresses, and the serene kindness with which my father calmly guided me; I am my adolescent travels; I am what my reading has deposited in layers in my mind; I am my loves, my moments of despair, my friendships, what I`ve written, what I`ve heard; the faces engraved on my memory. I am, above all, the one who a minute ago made a cup of tea for himself. The one who a moment ago typed the word "memory" into his computer. The one who just composed the sentence that I am now completing. If all this disappeared, would I still exist? I am this long, ongoing novel. My life consists of it.
The human mind, or even the mind of a cat, is more interesting in its complexity than an entire galaxy if it is devoid of life.
The most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.
Men always forget that human happiness is a disposition of mind and not a condition of circumstances.
Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to a mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on a rock.