Quotes about Thoughts
                        Nobody can ever say that being negative ever helped them at all - not in any way.
                    — Joyce Meyer
                        
                
                        Nothing is too absurd for some philosopher to have said it.
                    — Cicero
                        
                
                        The mind is a garden, said he.
                    — Victor Hugo
                        
                
                        fear brings about that which one is afraid of, and that hyper-intention makes impossible what one wishes.
                    — Viktor E. Frankl
                        
                
                        Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.
                    — Virginia Woolf
                        
                
                        so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again...
                    — Virginia Woolf
                        
                
                        My head is a hive of words that won't settle.
                    — Virginia Woolf
                        
                
                        How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot?
                    — Virginia Woolf
                        
                
                        Queer, I mused, to see what we were thinking five years ago.
                    — Virginia Woolf
                        
                
                        Swelling, perpetually augmented, there is a vast accumulation of unrecorded matter in my head.
                    — Virginia Woolf
                        
                
                        Still, there's no harm in putting a full stop to one's disagreeable thoughts by looking at a mark on the wall... Here is something definite, something real. thus, waking from a midnight dream of horror, one hastily turns on the light and lies quiescent, worshipping the chest of drawers, worshipping solidity, worshipping reality, worshipping the impersonal world which is proof of some existence other than ours.
                    — Virginia Woolf
                        
                
                        Sometimes he woke with a brain like lead; at others it was as if a thousand wax tapers were alight and people were throwing fireworks inside him.
                    — Virginia Woolf
                        
                 
                        