Quotes of: Thoughts Keyword

The very time I thought I was lost, my dungeon shook and my chains fell off.

African-American

If you wish to know what most occupies a man's thoughts, you have only to listen to his conversation.

Chinese

My point is this — you don't know. When I was first here, people looked at my hair, noticed apples on my tray, and thought 'hippie.' Then, from 'hippie' they thought 'druggie.' From there it went to 'will get me in trouble' and 'not worth my time,'...

Sydney West

There Comes the Strangest Moment There comes the strangest moment in your life, when everything you thought before breaks free-- what you relied upon, as ground-rule and as rite looks upside down from how it used to be. Skin's gone pale, your brain i...

Kate Light

My first time I jacked off, I thought I'd invented it. I looked down at my sloppy handful of junk and thought, This is going to make me rich.

Choke

Thoughts become things? True, but that analysis is not complete - we need to add two more words: thoughts become things through energy.

Change: Realizing Your Greatest Potential

If our goal is to be tolerant of people who are different than we are, Chase, then we really are aiming quite low. Traffic jams are to be tolerated. People are to be celebrated.

Carry On, Warrior: Thoughts on Life Unarmed

Happiness is hanging with friends who know you way more than you'd care to share.

Dancing with God: First Year Thoughts on the Loss of My Daughter

In prayer, God doesn't guarantee the answer you want, but He does guarantee the answer you need.

Dancing with God: First Year Thoughts on the Loss of My Daughter

The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.

Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places

If one believes that words are acts, as I do, then one must hold writers responsible for what their words do.

Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places

When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of Gansey asking the Gray Man for his life. Brothers.

The Dream Thieves

Lies cannot nourish or protect you. Only freedom from fear, freedom from lies, can make us beautiful, and keep us safe.

Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith

Jealousy has always been my cross, the weakness and woundedness in me that has most often caused me to feel ugly and unlovable, like the Bad Seed.

Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!

How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

The notion of sitting down and conjuring up, not only words in which to clothe thoughts but thoughts worthy of being clothed--the whole thing was absurdly beyond his desires.

The Beautiful and Damned

Christian spirituality was not a children's story. It wasn't cute or neat. It was mystical and odd and clean, and it was reaching into dirty. There was wonder in it and enchantment.

Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality

...I love this about Christian spirituality. It cannot be explained, and yet it is beautiful and true. It is something you feel, and it comes from the soul.

Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality

I was starting to believe I was a character in a greater story, which is why the elements of story made sense in the first place.

Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality

There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don't lose yourself at happy hour, but don't lose yourself on the corporate ladder, either.

Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way

When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.

Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way