#thoughts

A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#mental-illness #sickness #thoughts #insanity

Language is something you inherit, it's never just you doing the talking, which helps when you're pretending. ↗

— Cees Nooteboom

#fantasy #language #night-thoughts #self-deception #self-knowledge

A great idea should always be left to steep like loose tea leaves in a teapot for a while to make sure that the tea will be strong enough and that the idea truly is a great one. ↗

— Phoebe Stone

#simile #tea #thoughts #simile

To be free from evil thoughts is God's best gift. ↗

— Aeschylus

#evil #free #gift #god #thoughts

All that a man achieves and all that he fails to achieve is the direct result of his own thoughts. ↗

— James Lane Allen

#achieves #direct #direct result #fails #his

Man is made or unmade by himself. By the right choice he ascends. As a being of power, intelligence, and love, and the lord of his own thoughts, he holds the key to every situation. ↗

— James Allen

#being #choice #every #himself #his

The man who sows wrong thoughts and deeds and prays that God will bless him is in the position of a farmer who, having sown tares, asks God to bring forth for him a harvest of wheat. ↗

— James Allen

#bless #bring #deeds #farmer #forth

We'd start slow, the way we always did, because the run, and the game, could go on for awhile. Maybe even forever. That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then, as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#self #thoughts #change

Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #faces #gift #gifts #high-notes

Suicide. It's something I've been thinking about. Not too seriously, but I have been thinking about it.” That's the note. Word for word. And I know it's word for word because I wrote it dozens of times before delivering it. I'd write it, throw it away, write it, crumple it up, throw it away. But why was I writing it to begin with? I asked myself that question every time I printed the words onto a new sheet of paper. Why was I writing this note? It was a lie. I hadn't been thinking about it. Not really. Not in detail. The thought would come into my head and I'd push it away. But I pushed it away a lot. ↗

— Jay Asher

#suicide #new-thought