Quotes
Quotes about Thought
Painting with all its technicalities, difficulties, and peculiar ends, is nothing but a noble and expressive language, invaluable as the vehicle of thought, but by itself nothing.
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
I send thee pansies while the year is young, Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night; Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light; And if in recollection lives regret For wasted days and dreams that were not true, I tell thee that the "pansy freak'd with jet" Is still the heart's ease that the poets knew Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought, And for the pansies send me back a thought.
The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.
And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
We Are The Living Graves Of Murdered Beasts We are the living graves of murdered beasts Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites We never pause to wonder at our feasts If animals, like men, can possibly have rights We pray on Sundays that we may have light To guide our footsteps on the path we tread We're sick of war We do not want to fight The thought of it now fills our hearts with dread And yet we gorge ourselves upon the dead Like carrion crows we live and feed on meat Regardless of the suffering and pain We cause by doing so. If thus we treat Defenseless animals for sport or gain How can we hope in this world to attain the PEACE we say we are so anxious for We pray for it o'er hecatombs of slain To God, while outraging the moral law Thus cruelty begets its offspring: war.
Oh! nature's noblest gift--my gray-goose quill! Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from thy parent-bird to form a pen, That might instrument of little men!
The nerve that never relaxes, the eye that never blanches, the thought that never wanders, the purpose that never wavers - these are the masters of victory.
What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call 'thought'.
I am truly horrified by modern man. Such absence of feeling, such narrowness of outlook, such lack of passion and information, such feebleness of thought.
The free man is he who does not fear to go to the end of his thought.
I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thoughts.
In the light of his vision he has found his freedom: his thoughts are peace, his words are peace and his work is peace.
When you write down your ideas you automatically focus your full attention on them. Few if any of us can write one thought and think another at the same time. Thus a pencil and paper make excellent concentration tools.
I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to doâthat was one of my favorite things about it, and when I first did it, I felt very perverse.
When photography was invented it was thought to be an equivalent to truth, it was truth with a capital "T".
I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to doâthat was one of my favorite things about it, and when I first did it, I felt very perverse.
Every thought which genius and piety throw into the world alters the world.
When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an' took--the same as me.
Their writings are thoughts stolen from us by anticipation. [Fr., Leurs ecrits sont des vois qu'ils nous ont faite d'avance.]
Steal!--to be sure they may; and egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children, disfigure them to make 'em pass for their own.
Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.
