I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.
You think I'm deranged! How refreshing. Everyone here takes me so seriously, it's a wonderful change to be thought mentally deficient.
If I could explain a head in a barrel to the King, he thought, I can explain a man in a tanpit to a Bishop. But I'd sooner be more certain of the facts.
I thought: this is how you make a human being. A human being is beautiful and sick. A human being glitters and starves.
I hate the thought of someone never being missed,' said Ianto sadly. 'It's the ultimate humiliation, surely. So unimportant in life that no one even notices when you die.
I highly doubt anyone would see anything,” he said, replying to my thoughts. “We’re on the 30th floor. Stop procrastinating; take off your fucking clothes.
What many refer to as intuition, then, is not the untaught or unteachable but instead is a learned understanding and respect of process, molded by experience and refined over a great deal of time and practice.
For all our penny-wisdom,’” he said, “‘for all our soul-destroying slavery to habit, it is not to be doubted that all men have sublime thoughts.
I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.
From daybreak to sunset she turned her thoughts, like boulders, over. She set them in long lines. She rearranged their order...
In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him.
Poor, ill-advised Roderich! What evil power did you conjure up to poison in its first youth the race you thought to have planted for eternity?
...she was probably having a few murderous thoughts of her own about any woman that touched him. Good, they were making progress.
At home they thought of white people as a vague but powerful entity--like the forces that control the weather, that capable of destruction, that hidden from view.
Which is more valuable into showing how I think: the order I think of things, or the order in which I arrange them once I’ve thought of them?
...but it was just her mind playing cruel tricks, and she tried to push away the irrational thought that Richard was still in there, waiting for someone to save his life.
He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: made him silent and deliberate, thoughtful: deep.
This is not his job, I thought, it's his passion.
Ga thought about reminding the Dear Leader that they lived in a land where people had been trained to accept any reality presented to them.
I figured I only had about two seconds to live. It’s amazing how many thoughts you can have in two seconds.
And while I initially resisted, the thought of touching her, of her wanting me to touch her . . . Well, damn, I just wasn't strong enough to abstain from that.
