My Thoughts Quotes

I have finally learned that I must remain silent as much as possible. I must always keep my thoughts to myself.

I think where I am not, therefore I am where I do not think. I am not whenever I am the plaything of my thought; I think of what I am where I do not think to think.

I've got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts.

Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.

I create easily and effortlessly when I let my thoughts come from the loving space of my own heart.

I've never had high expectations of my work and I certainly am not going to let that plague my thoughts. I'm just going to continue to choose what feels right for me at the time and go with it.

If my thought-dreams could be seen/ They'd probably put my head in a guillotine.

The cypresses are always occupying my thoughts.

I guard my treasures: my thoughts, my will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.

Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems

Never shall my sad eyes again behold Those pleasures which my thoughts did then unfold.

I'm not my thoughts, I'm the thinker who has those thoughts.

My thoughts and I were of another world.

I have to follow my thoughts and mine for the gold. I have to dig it out.

For me, my thoughts are my prostitutes.

As I change my thoughts, the world around me changes.

For me it's very important to express my thoughts, the pictures I carry inside of me, maybe because it's important to get them out.

Most of my thoughts, you couldn't print.

I observe my thoughts and entertain only those that empower me.

To tell you my thoughts is to locate myself in a category. To tell you about my feelings is to tell you about me.

I have no axe to grind; only my thoughts to burnish.

I change my thoughts, I change my world.

Once I realized that right thinking is vital to victorious living, I got more serious about thinking about what I was thinking about, and choosing my thoughts carefully.

My thoughts create my world -Marcus Flutie

I've always expressed my thoughts in color but we remain blind.

I find that arduous physical labor can jump-start my thought process.

Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.

I can recapture everything when I write, my thoughts, my ideals and my fantasies.

God has not promised to bless my thoughts, but He has promised to bless His Word.

my thoughts are like quick little fish that swim out of my grasp.

There are days when I'm alone with my thoughts, which is to say, not alone enough.

My goal before I die is to get all of my thoughts out.

I don't think I'd have any friends if I didn't obscure at least 99% of my thoughts.

When I believed my thoughts I suffered.

My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?

I write everything many times over. All my thoughts are second thoughts.

Thus I spoke, more and more softly; for I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts.

Didn’t I tell you to stay out of my thoughts?’ – Abigail ‘You can beat me later. Just do it naked.’ – Sundown

I was always drawn to music. It consumed my thoughts and when I realized I could make people feel something through music that is all I wanted to do.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

I kept a lot of my thoughts inside myself. So, perhaps more than is normal, I'm always questioning my role as a writer. I'm always stopping and asking myself: Do I have the right to tell this story? Is it a story that deserves to be heard? And as for whether I think of myself as a Writer with a capital "W," I very much hope I never do.

Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.

I don't ever want to humiliate a human being, and I don't want the fear of being humiliated to participate in my thoughts.

My thought with harmonies and melodies in general, is that if it doesn't come right away then it's never going to come at all.

My thoughts are starts I can't fathom into constellations.

Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me.

My writing table has seen all my wretchedness,
knows all my plans,
has overheard all my thoughts.

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream