My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.

I want to be alone with my thought.

My thoughts and I were of another world.

Most of my thoughts, you couldn't print.

I change my thoughts, I change my world.

My thoughts create my world -Marcus Flutie

The cypresses are always occupying my thoughts.

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

I have no axe to grind; only my thoughts to burnish.

As I change my thoughts, the world around me changes.

My goal before I die is to get all of my thoughts out.

I've got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts.

My thoughts are starts I can't fathom into constellations.

I'm not my thoughts, I'm the thinker who has those thoughts.

I don't like being forced to reduce my thoughts to sound bites.

I observe my thoughts and entertain only those that empower me.

I've always expressed my thoughts in color but we remain blind.

my thoughts are like quick little fish that swim out of my grasp.

My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?

Ninety percent of my thoughts are, "How will this work on the radio?"

I find that arduous physical labor can jump-start my thought process.

I write everything many times over. All my thoughts are second thoughts.

I have to follow my thoughts and mine for the gold. I have to dig it out.

I am startled when people are themselves and are not my thoughts of them.

Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.

If my thought-dreams could be seen/ They'd probably put my head in a guillotine.

I can recapture everything when I write, my thoughts, my ideals and my fantasies.

God has not promised to bless my thoughts, but He has promised to bless His Word.

There are days when I'm alone with my thoughts, which is to say, not alone enough.

I don't think I'd have any friends if I didn't obscure at least 99% of my thoughts.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.

That happens to me everyday. I watch my thoughts, not only on the mat, but all through the day.

My writing table has seen all my wretchedness, knows all my plans, has overheard all my thoughts.

I create easily and effortlessly when I let my thoughts come from the loving space of my own heart.

If my nonviolence is to be contagious and infectious, I must acquire greater control over my thoughts.

My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking.

Thus I spoke, more and more softly; for I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts.

Didn’t I tell you to stay out of my thoughts?’ – Abigail ‘You can beat me later. Just do it naked.’ – Sundown

I have finally learned that I must remain silent as much as possible. I must always keep my thoughts to myself.

To tell you my thoughts is to locate myself in a category. To tell you about my feelings is to tell you about me.

My plans often went awry. Much like my thoughts. Hold the phones. Maybe Saan had ADD, too. It would explain a lot.

All consciousness is consciousness of something: in thinking I am aware that my thought is 'pointing towards' some object.

I don't ever want to humiliate a human being, and I don't want the fear of being humiliated to participate in my thoughts.

My thought with harmonies and melodies in general, is that if it doesn't come right away then it's never going to come at all.

Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.

Perhaps I'm just too painstaking a type of person, but I can't grasp much of anything without putting down my thoughts in writing.

For me it's very important to express my thoughts, the pictures I carry inside of me, maybe because it's important to get them out.

My thoughts will be taken up with the future or the past, with what is to come or what has been. Of the present there is necessarily no image.

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