The greedy bastard, thought Weintî. He knows perfectly well that twenty shekels is the going rate for a female household slave of my age.
That's why writers write—to say things loudly with ink. To give feet to thoughts; to make quiet, still feelings loudly heard.
He had always thought that hell would be hot. But here they were, right inside the mouth of it, and it was freezing.
Like animals we call to each other," was the thought that came to him as he remembered the hour of love in the afternoon.
If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were?
The more we practice nonviolence in our words, thoughts and actions the more peaceful will be our inner state.
I thought that love at first sight was something that was only in cheesy movies and romantic novels until that moment.
This is one of the disadvantages of wine, it makes a man mistake words for thoughts.
Chip, she’s gone,” and he said, “I thought I’d feel her looking down on us, but you’re right. She’s just gone
She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.
It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn't the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.
These cords that God makes, Reverend Bauxite thought, we stand holding one end while they run taut into the darkness.
The universe doesn’t give you what you ask for with your thoughts - it gives you what you demand with your actions.
If you fill your mind with a beautiful thought, there will be no room in it for an ugly one. - King Amor
About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.
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...
I always thought I was an extrovert until I became a theatre major. Then I realised I just didn't like silence.
This new thought has turned into a mantra repeating itself in my head: I am a daring, fun, sexy woman.
The best things that happen I'd never have thought to pray for. In a million years. The worst things just come like the weather.
And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy
My first struggle thought me that there is no such thing as luck, but the second made me believe you certainly need it sometimes.
