I don't like being forced to reduce my thoughts to sound bites.
Note to Self - Thoughts design my energy! My thoughts WILL design the energy that moves me!
Praise lies upon a higher plane than thanksgiving. When I give thanks, my thoughts still circle about myself to some extent. But in praise my soul ascends to self-forgetting adoration.
The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.
You are so near to my thoughts and my heart yet so far from my body and my arms... I once loved the whole world because you were in it.
I am startled when people are themselves and are not my thoughts of them.
Where is the boundary between your thoughts and feelings and my thoughts and feelings? Where does it end - the outer layer of epidermis? If you look at the body as energy - not matter - maybe there's a possibility we as human beings are more connected to one another than we realize.
Spotted Park Bench I am a park bench. Ordinary words cannot express my thoughts on birds.
True Friends are the bacon bits In the salad bowl of life. How true I read that and straight away, My thoughts turned to you And especially today on your 60th These special wishes I send Have a really wonderful birthday My special "bacon flavored" friend
I've been trying to get down to the heart of the matter but my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter but I think it's about forgiveness... forgiveness, even if you don't love me anymore.
Alone, I am drunk on my thoughts; in company, I am sober again.
I guard my treasures: my thoughts, my will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.
The land which thou goest to possess is not like the land of Egypt from whence thou camest out... For my thoughts are not your thoughts, nor your ways my ways, saith the Lord...Seek the Lord while He may be found, call upon Him while He is near...Why do you spend money for that which is not bread and your labor for that which doth not satisfy you?
My external sensations are no less private to my self than are my thoughts or my feelings. In either case my experience falls within my own circle, a circle closed on the outside... the whole world for each is peculiar and private to that soul.
My heart goes out to the people of the city of Boston. My thoughts and prayers are with the families who lost loved ones in such a senseless and heartless way.
I rarely feel the desire to reread a scene the day before the shooting. Sometimes I arrive at the place where the work is to be done and I do not even know what I am going to shoot. This is the system I prefer: to arrive at the moment when shooting is about to begin, absolutely unprepared, virgin. I often ask to be left alone on the spot for fifteen minutes or half an hour and I let my thoughts wander freely.
Some men's words I remember so well that I must often use them to express my thought. Yes, because I perceive that we have heard the same truth, but they have heard it better.
I am not even six feet tall. Yet I am praying to the Absolute Supreme to reach His infinite Height, which is far beyond even my imagination's flight. For me to long to grow into that Height - is this not a miracle? I am mortal. My thoughts, my deeds, my experiences - everything that I have and everything that I am - represent mortality. Yet despite everything that I have and everything that I am, I am longing for Immortality. Is this not a miracle?
If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me.
If I myself dominate myself, if my thoughts revolve round myself, if I am so occupied with myself I rarely have "a heart at leisure from itself," then I know nothing of Calvary love.
I must have something to engross my thoughts, some object in life which will fill this vacuum, and prevent this sad wearing away of the heart.
In my teaching, I enjoyed creating models to clearly communicate my thoughts.
I have trouble voicing my thoughts... I can't communicate very well that way.
Thus I spoke, more and more softly; for I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts.
I can recapture everything when I write, my thoughts, my ideals and my fantasies.
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