When a fellow ain't got much mind, it don't take him long to make it up.
It requires a strong mind to bear up against several languages. Some persons have learnt so many, that they have ceased to think in any one.
Nor do we accept, as genuine the person not characterized by this blushing bashfulness, this youthfulness of heart, this sensibility to the sentiment of suavity and self-respect. Modesty is bred of self-reverence. Fine manners are the mantle of fair minds. None are truly great without this ornament.
In each mind resides a potential so potent. They make us think that we ain't got it.
There is no mind so weak and powerless as not to have its inclinations, and none so guarded as to be without its prepossessions.
For those who control the levers of power in Washington, and for the global special interests, they partner with these people that don't have your good in mind. Our [presidental] campaign represents a true existential threat like they haven't seen before.
Welcome to the degeneration of my mind.
When I got the job I thought about her a lot. Not only was I getting a great job in a really good movie, but it was with Lindsay Lohan. She's so famous and I don't have any of that, I have never experienced that kind of intense scrutiny that she's under, so of course I wondered what it would be like acting opposite her. I can tell you that it's like being with The Beatles. You cannot fathom the kind of attention she gets. It's mind boogling.
Why do I do it? Because I enjoy its effects. You know, I - why does anybody use any mind-altering substance, you know, because they like the way it makes them feel.
Then we shall. . . be able to take part in the discussion of the question of why it is that we and the universe exist. If we find the answer to that, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason - for then we would know the mind of God.
How not to choose is the whole art of religion, how to drop into a choicelessness. But remember, don`t choose choicelessness! Otherwise, listening to me or to Sosan or Krishnamurti you will become enchanted by the word `choicelessness. ` Your mind will say, "This is very good. Then ecstasy is possible and much bliss will happen to you if you become choicelessness. Then the door of the mysteries of life will be opened. " The mind feels greedy. The mind says, "Okay, so I will choose choicelessness. " The door is closed, only the label is changed, but you have fallen a victim of the old trick.
Misery is not given by anyone or anything in life. It is your own mind which makes you miserable or happy and uplifted.
But let me have silence always, in the centre of the shouting—that is essential! Let me have silence so that no pin may drop and not be heard, and not a whisper escape us for all our spouting, nor the needle's scratching upon this gramophone of a circular cosmic spot. Hear me! Mark me! Learn me! Throw the mind's ear open—shut up the mind's eye—all will be music!
So it is with minds. Unless you keep them busy with some definite subject that will bridle and control them, they throw themselves in disorder hither and yon in the vague field of imagination. . . And there is no mad or idle fancy that they do not bring forth in the agitation.
The missing aren't missing, they're only departed, All minds keep all thoughts - so like gold - closely guarded.
Discipline strengthens the mind so that it becomes impervious to the corroding influence of fear.
When the mind is calm, how quickly, how smoothly, how beautifully you will perceive everything.
Do the thing itself. Don’t pay much mind to critics or what anyone says about it. Just do it, in any form possible, and watch others doing it. Take it in viscerally, get it by osmosis. Don’t ever read your own reviews, certainly not the good ones.
Here you discover that so long as books are kept open, then minds can never be closed.
Amazingly, we take for granted that instinct for survival, fear of death, must separate us from the happiness of pure and uninterpreted experience, in which body, mind, and nature are the same. This retreat from wonder, the backing away like lobsters into safe crannies, the desperate instinct that our life passes unlived, is reflected in proliferation without joy, corrosive money rot, the gross befouling of the earth and air and water from which we came.