Quotes about Thoughts

As long as he doesn't convert it into action, it does not matter how much a man thinks about his repentance.

As the plant springs from, and could not be without, the seed, so every act of man springs from the hidden seeds of thought, and could not have appeared without them.

Man is not what he thinks he is, but what he thinks, he is.

A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.

Meanwhile the Adversary of God and man, Satan with thoughts inflamed of highest design, puts on swift wings, and towards the gates of hell explores his solitary flight.

We like talking so much because we hope by our conversations to gain some mutual comfort, and because we seek to refresh our wearied spirits by variety of thoughts. And we very willingly talk and think of those things which we love or desire, or else of those which we most dislike.

And without doubt it is better for thee and for all My other servants, that ye should be proved by adversities, than that ye should have all things as ye would. I know thy hidden thoughts: and that it is very needful for thy soul's health that sometimes thou be left without relish, lest perchance thou be lifted up by prosperity, and desirous to please thyself in that which thou art not.

Thou thinkest as man. In many things thou judgest as human affection persuadeth thee.

How is it they live in such harmony, the billions of stars, when most men can barely go a minute without declaring war in their minds?

Hence it is written (Wis. 9:14): "The thoughts of mortal men are fearful, and our counsels uncertain." Thus man needs to be guarded by the angels. Reply

ORIGEN. For if in an earthly kingdom they are thought to be in honour who sit with the king, no wonder if a woman with womanish simplicity or want of experience conceived that she might ask such things, and that the brethren themselves being not perfect, and having no more lofty thoughts concerning Christ's kingdom, conceived such things concerning those who shall sit with Jesus.

So I sit there kicked my heels, thinking about New Orleans, and watching a morbid blue-bottle fly attempt to commit suicide by butting his head against the windowpane.