Quotes
Quotes about Thought
Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man,
Could field or grove, could any spot of earth,
Show to his eye an image of the pangs
Which it hath witnessed,--render back an echo
Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!
And when the stream
Which overflowed the soul was passed away,
A consciousness remained that it had left
Deposited upon the silent shore
Of memory images and precious thoughts
That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
Where music dwells
Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.
But hushed be every thought that springs
From out the bitterness of things.
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth,
When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought,
From sickness unto death made whole,
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
Perhaps 't is pretty to force together
Thoughts so all unlike each other;
To mutter and mock a broken charm,
To dally with wrong that does no harm.
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
It sounds like stories from the laud of spirits
If any man obtains that which he merits,
Or any merit that which he obtains.
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Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!
Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
The good great man? Three treasures,--love and light,
And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath;
And three firm friends, more sure than day and night,--
Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
Thinking is but an idle waste of thought,
And nought is everything and everything is nought.
When thus the heart is in a vein
Of tender thought, the simplest strain
Can touch it with peculiar power.
Mind is the great lever of all things; human thought is the process by which human ends are ultimately answered.
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
None are so desolate but something dear,
Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd
A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
Exhausting thought,
And hiving wisdom with each studious year.
I stood
Among them, but not of them; in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limit to their sway,--
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
The power of thought,--the magic of the mind!
She was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,
Which terminated all.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be.
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
To sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind.
