Ego means self-identification with thinking, to be trapped in thought, which means to have a mental image of "me" based on thought and emotions. So ego is there in the absence of a witnessing presence.
So you actually need spectacles,” Leo finally said. “Of course I do,” Marks said crossly. “Why would I wear spectacles if I didn’t need them?” “I thought they might be part of your disguise. ” “My disguise?” “Yes, Marks, disguise. A noun describing a means of concealing someone’s identity. Often used by clowns and spies. And now apparently governesses. Good God, can anything be ordinary for my family?
Menshn is a play on the word mention, and in the U. S. that's how it'll be perceived. Like Tumblr or Flickr. People in the U. K. thought that I'd named it after myself.
An artist has to be humble, an editor must be officious, and a publisher must be somewhere out in the galaxy enjoying godhood. It was a caste system, pure and simple. And it was accepted that way. Nobody thought of contracts, nobody thought of insisting on better deals.
I never considered myself an artist. I aspire to be an artist, but I never thought I had the depth or substance or gift to be an artist. I do think I have some talent, but it doesn't go as far as being an artist.
Thought is an Idea in transit, which when once released, never can be lured back, nor the spoken word recalled.
Valancy herself had never quite relinquished a certain pitiful, shamed, little hope that Romance would come her way yet—never, until this wet, horrible morning, when she wakened to the fact that she was twenty-nine and unsought by any man. Ay, there lay the sting. Valancy did not mind so much being an old maid. After all, she thought, being an old maid couldn’t possibly be as dreadful as being married to an Uncle Wellignton or an Uncle Benjamin, or even an Uncle Herbert. What hurt her was that she had never had a chance to be anything but an old maid.
For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke.
Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature; it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented.
I am definitely not a light packer. My thought is you never know what the weather will be like or what you will feel like wearing that day, so I always have multiple bags with me - even for a two-day trip.
If I thought someone was just chatting me up because of being on TV, it'd kill me.
Eternity! thou pleasing dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!
I had always thought that I would do something that was connected to music as a career, or possibly Chinese, which was my major.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
I'd always thought Cage's 'Root of an Unfocus' would be great in a movie.
When I was a young student, I thought grow-ups would come and make things work. Now I realize that grown-ups are just kids with wrinkles.
Ideas need collective thought.
The clean clear colours were in my head. But one day as I looked at the brown burned wood of the Shanty, I thought 'I can paint one of those dismal-coloured paintings like the men. I think just for fun I will try - all low-toned and dreary with the tree besides the door. ' In my next show, 'The Shanty' went up. The men seemed to approve of it. They seemed to think that maybe I was beginning to paint. . . that was my only low-toned dismal-coloured painting.
After you've been doing inquiry for a while, if you have the thought "She doesn't love me," you just get the immediate turnaround with a smile: "Oh, I'm not loving myself in this moment. "
Unacceptable, maybe. But not unthinkable. Nothing's unthinkable once somebody's thought it.