#brain

Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection. ↗

— Oliver Wendell Holmes

#brains #case #clocks #closes #gives

The issue here isn't whether every student is brainwashed, it's whether it is appropriate. ↗

— David Horowitz

#brainwashed #every #here #issue #student

Writing and cafes are strongly linked in my brain. ↗

— J. K. Rowling

#linked #strongly #writing

We see in the electroencephalogram a concomitant phenomenon of the continuous nerve processes which take place in the brain, exactly as the electrocardiogram represents a concomitant phenomenon of the contractions of the individual segments of the heart. ↗

— Hans Berger

#continuous #exactly #heart #individual #nerve

It is more important to eat some carbohydrates at breakfast, because the brain needs fuel right away, and carbohydrate is the best source. ↗

— Andrew Weil

#because #best #brain #breakfast #carbohydrate

The autopilot is a hands-free piece of electronic wizardry. It's not some brutal application of electricity like one of the Pubyok's car batteries...Think of its probing as a conversation with the mind, imagine it in a dance with identity. Yes, picture a pencil and eraser engaged in a beautiful dance across the page. The pencil's tip bursts with expression - squiggles, figures, words - filling the page, as the eraser measures, takes note, follows in the pencil's footsteps, leaving only blankness in its wake. The pencil's next seizure of scribbles is perhaps more intense and desperate, but shorter lived, and the eraser follows again. They continue in lockstep this way, the self and the state, coming closer to one another until finally the pencil and the eraser are almost one, moving in sympathy, the line disappearing even as it's laid down, the words unwritten before the letters are formed, and finally there is only white. ↗

— Adam Johnson

#beauty

All I need is my brains, my eyes and my personality, for better or for worse. ↗

— William Albert Allard

#brains #eyes #i #need #personality

I'm a visual thinker, not a language-based thinker. My brain is like Google Images. ↗

— Temple Grandin

#google #i #images #like #thinker

Now and then a pair of eyes would burn at us out of the dark ahead. I knew that they were the eyes of a cow–a poor dear stoic old cow with a cud, standing on the highway shoulder, for there wasn't any stock law–but her eyes burned at us out of the dark as though her skull were full of blazing molten metal like blood and we could see inside the skull into that bloody hot brightness in that moment when the reflection was right before we picked up her shape, which is so perfectly formed to be pelted with clods, and knew what she was and knew that inside that unlovely knotty head there wasn't anything but a handful of coldly coagulated gray mess in which something slow happened as we went by. We were something slow happening inside the cold brain of a cow. ↗

— Robert Penn Warren

#cow #men

♥We acknowledge & celebrate the grace♥ strength♥ & vital energy of every person touched by a brain tumor♥ ↗

— Rachel Grady

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