Quotes about Mind
For to be in one's right mind causes grief: but madness is an ill; yet it is better to perish, nothing knowing of one's ills.
- Euripides
There's a loneliness that only exists in one's mind. The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is blink.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
Man in his hunger for faith will feed his mind with the nearest and most convenient food.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
There's a loneliness that only exists in one's mind. The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart and all they can do is stare blankly.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
I'm a product of a versatile mind in a restless generation with every reason to throw my mind and pen in with the radicals.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
Wylie: If you don't like advice, why do you pay me? Stahr: That's a question of merchandise. I'm a merchant. I want to buy what's in your mind.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, (P. 1)
- F Scott Fitzgerald
judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person
- F Scott Fitzgerald
But the space between heaven and earth had cooled his mind, destroyed the impulsiveness that had led him to bring her here, and made him aware of the too obvious appeal, the struggle with an unrehearsed scene and unfamiliar words.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
- Virginia Woolf