All Quotes By Tag: Thoughts

“When you bake your thoughts, ideas, perceptions, and imagination in an oven called the mind, you come up with a delicious cake that is your philosophy of the mind.”

“I walked the streets looking for something instead of letting what I wanted, to look for me.”

“Some of our truths are scarier than our horrors.”

“The universe doesn’t give you what you ask for with your thoughts; it gives you what you demand with your actions. In essence, you don’t get what you WANT, you get what you ARE.”

“Without inspiration, we’re all like a box of matches that will never be lit.”

“I thought you might need this,’ I say, disappointed with the simplicity of words given how long it took me to find them.”

“Sometimes it only takes a simple thought to help us remember what it took us years to forget.”

“Clarity of clear-seeing, releases the grip that holds you back”

“It took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the solitude and the terror of failure, and the godawful silence and the white paper. And now that I can take it . . . now that I can finally do it . . . I’m really raring to go. I was in my study writing. I was learning how to go down into myself and salvage bits and pieces of the past. I was learning how to sneak up on the unconscious and how to catch my seemingly random thoughts and fantasies. By closing me out of his world, Bennett had opened all sorts of worlds inside my own head. Gradually I began to realize that none of the subjects I wrote poems about engaged my deepest feelings, that there was a great chasm between what I cared about and what I wrote about. Why? What was I afraid of? Myself, most of all, it seemed.”Freedom is an illusion,” Bennett would have said and, in a way, I too would have agreed. Sanity, moderation, hard work, stability . . . I believed in them too. But what was that other voice inside of me which kept urging me on toward zipless fucks, and speeding cars and endless wet kisses and guts full of danger? What was that other voice which kept calling me coward! and egging me on to burn my bridges, to swallow the poison in one gulp instead of drop by drop, to go down into the bottom of my fear and see if I could pull myself up? Was it a voice? Or was it a thump? Something even more primitive than speech. A kind of pounding in my gut which I had nicknamed my “hunger-thump.” It was as if my stomach thought of itself as a heart. And no matter how I filled it—with men, with books, with food—it refused to be still. Unfillable—that’s what I was. Nymphomania of the brain. Starvation of the heart.”

“What business had I to think of one that never thought of me?”

“To fall in love with someone’s thoughts – the most intimate, splendid romance.”

“What we do comes out of who we believe we are.”

“If the thought inspires you, and it feels good and right…it is yours, alone, to exercise. So get right on it!”

“It’s okay to disagree with the thoughts or opinions expressed by other people. That doesn’t give you the right to deny any sense they might make. Nor does it give you a right to accuse someone of poorly expressing their beliefs just because you don’t like what they are saying. Learn to recognize good writing when you read it, even if it means overcoming your pride and opening your mind beyond what is comfortable.”

“There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn’t.”