Quotes about Thoughts

We're all of us pretty much an assemblage of memories.

My thoughts Chink against my ribs And roll about like silver hail-stones. I should like to spill them out, And pour them, all shining, Over you. But my heart is shut upon them And holds them straitly. Come, You! and open my heart; That my thoughts torment me no longer, But glitter in your hair.

The weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same waits for them, Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them.

These are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me. If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing or next to nothing, if they do not enclose everything they are next to nothing, if they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing. If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.

The secret of living a life of excellence is merely a matter of thinking thoughts of excellence. Really, it's a matter of programming our minds with the kind of information that will set us free.

Dr. Zachary T. Bercovitz told me: "Some people are actually draining into their bodies the diseased thoughts of their minds." Asked to specify these diseased thoughts, he replied, "Oh, the usual — fear, guilt, worry, frustration, tension, resentment, gloominess, despondency. In fact, if fear and resentment were eliminated from people's minds I believe our hospital population would be reduced by maybe fifty per cent. Certainly by a lot anyway."

Our background, relationships, situation, and physical condition only provide the opportunity for our thoughts, words, and actions to reveal whatever is already in our hearts. Our hearts are always the ultimate cause of our responses, and where the true spiritual battle is fought.

But he is asking us to own the connection between our thoughts, desires, and words.

To influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.

The great events of the world take place in the Brain. It is in the Brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also.

he loathed his own beauty, and flinging the mirror on the floor, crushed it into silver splinters beneath his heel. It was his beauty that had ruined him, his beauty and the youth that he had prayed for. But for those two things, his life might have been free from stain. His beauty had been to him but a mask, his youth but a mockery. What was youth at best? A green, an unripe time, a time of shallow moods, and sickly thoughts. Why had he worn its livery? Youth had spoiled him.

As it says in A Course of Miracles, "You are being blessed by every beneficent thought of any of your brothers anywhere.