Dear Mind, please stop thinking so much at night, I need sleep.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

People who are strong don’t just look it — they feel it. They’ve got the self confidence to be who they are, and they know that they’re capable of doing anything they put their mind to.

You have power over your mind – not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.

What God can do for you, is beyond what any human mind can comprehend.

…most men and women will yield to the strong currents sucking them into the seas of ruin. Only the strongest in mind and spirit will

Don’t worry about being worried. You’re heading out on an adventure and you can always change your mind along the way and try something else.

Too often, our minds are so burdened because of the mistakes we have made that we do not take the time to forgive ourselves and

Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve.

Always keep your mind strong with positive thoughts and your head up with full confidence, because you truly have greatness in you.

I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up

She doesn’t speak. She hasn’t said a word since right after she started middle school. Not a word. And from what Hatori says, the problem is all in her mind. He said, for some reason, she’s locked away all of her words. After she stopped talking, she stopped going to school. And then today, she ran away from home. That’s why I went out looking for her. By the time I found her, she had transformed into a tiger.

I alone must solve my problem. I have to clear my mind of everything else, think hard, analyze, explore my options, plan a strategy for the immediate situation, and then do whatever it takes. Sometimes it means scraping off what I have done and starting over again and again.

My brain at 3 AM:
I can see you’re trying to sleep, so I would like to offer you a selection of every memory, unresolved issue, or things you should have said or done today as well as in the past 10 years.

I am aware there are books that instruct you on how to manipulate the market, stocks and people… they might even help you get money. But, let me caution you… when there is no spiritual growth… there is no spiritual strength… there is no lasting happiness… and, there is no real or lasting wealth.

The mind of man plans his way, But the LORD directs his steps.

Apply your fiendish mind to the matter. Or even think, if you know-how.

You’re my first thought in the morning, my last thought before I fall asleep and almost every thought in between.

It’s hard to sleep at night when there’s so many thoughts going through your head.

I want to be that freaky fantasy that is always on your mind.

Two in the morning
mind humming from the inside out
thunder across crazy dreams
a night charged with god, heart, body,
thinking about how much I think.

It’s at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don’t know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. Three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. Perhaps that’s why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! A “bad night” is not always a bad thing.

It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams.

I can’t get it out of my head. A dream of seven years. Everyday I have this. And sometimes I wake up and I don’t know where I am. I don’t talk to anybody. Sometimes a day – a week. I can’t put it out of my mind.

I am not crazy about you because of your thick and muscular frame! I am crazy about you because you are so naughty, lively and smart. I love the way you talk and think situations through. You are truly God sent.

Hey! I Found your mind, It was in my business.

Dear, I hope you have rested not only on your body but also on your mind and soul through the night. May you feel spiritually connected and refreshed after waking up today! Good Morning to you!

Silence is an empty space, space is the home of the awakened mind.

whiskey makes the heart beat faster
but it sure doesn’t help the
mind and isn’t it funny how you can ache just
from the deadly drone of
existence?

You’re always in my mind and my lovely, dirty, wonderful thoughts.

My mind is a dirty thing. And I love having you in it.

You look so HOT when I feed your mind with dirty thoughts.

I can’t get you out of my head. Want to come to play in my bed?

I am looking forward to being in your arms later tonight because you will be running through my mind all day.

I’m very sure you must have been tired because you have been running through my mind all through the night and this morning too.

Yes, I have a dirty mind and right now you’re running through it… Naked.

You’re super hot! But not only your curves, eyes and lips make you so sexy. You exude sensuality the way you walk, the way you talk and the way to think.

I have a crush on your mind and on your heart, but your sexy body is a huge bonus!

I’ll admit, you’re on my mind more than just sometimes.

I love you neither with my heart, nor with my mind. My heart might stop, my mind can forget. I love you with my soul because my soul never stops or forgets.

I fell in love with the way you touched me without using your hands.

You don’t cross my mind, you live in it.

My mind wanders and I get lost in thoughts of you.

Out of sight but babe you are never off my mind.

I am in love with your smile, your voice, your body, your laugh, your eyes. But most of all, I am in love with you.

My love for you is past the mind, beyond my heart, and into my soul.

You’re kinda, sorta, basically, pretty much always on my mind.

Even if I don’t see you, I will never lose sight of you in my mind.

Chemistry is you touching my mind and is setting my body on fire.

I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind.

I have a huge crush on your mind and heart, but your sexy body is a bonus!

You don’t attract what you want. Wants are in your conscious mind. You attract what you are in harmony with, what you ARE. And you ARE the thoughts that become fixed in your subconscious mind.

While our human minds are limited to the physical, God knows what is above and beyond what eyes can see. That is the unquestionable wisdom of God.

Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand.

Yoga is the settling of the mind into silence. When the mind has settled, we are established in our essential nature, which is unbounded Consciousness. Our essential nature is usually overshadowed by the activity of the mind.

The quiet mind is richer than a crown.

I only type every third night. I have no plan. My mind is a blank. I sit down. The typewriter gives me things I don’t even know I’m working on. It’s a free lunch. A free dinner. I don’t know how long it is going to continue, but so far there is nothing easier than writing.

You’re stronger than you know.

I think my mind blown, I barely feel my feet. I’mma hold my head high even in defeat.

The strong man is the one who is able to intercept at will the communication between the senses and the mind.

We may forget him, but God will never forget us. We’re forever on his mind and in his plans.

The images fixed in your subconscious mind control your vibration and your vibration controls what you attract.

Your body is the instrument of your mind. Start paying attention to what your body is doing, where it’s going, and realize the mind operates on two different levels, on a conscious level and a subconscious level.

The image you hold in your mind most often, materializes into the results in your life. Energy is always flowing to, and through you.

We have to understand there are two parts of our mind, there’s the conscious and the subconscious. It’s the subconscious that controls our behavior. It’s the conscious mind where the intellect is resident. So the conscious mind is understanding information, but it’s not internalizing it.

We need, men so possessed by the Spirit of God that God can think His thoughts through our minds, that He can plan His will through our actions, that He can direct His strategy of world evangelization through His Church.

Don’t ask God to cram His plan into your puny little mind, because then God would be limited by your understanding.

The mind doesn’t know anything about age, your subconscious mind knows nothing about time or space. And so, I am hanging around young people all the time and I operate like they do. I don’t think of myself as being old.

Expect an abundance. The stream of plenty always flows towards the open, expectant mind.

Thoughts become things. If you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand.

If you go back on your word.. I won’t say anything but in my mind you punk for life.

My message is really that racism has no place in the hearts and minds of our children.

It all starts with your mind.. Whatever you think about, you will attract.

Never under estimate the Power of the Mind. Persist in creating new thoughts to prevent falling back into negative patterns. It is an ongoing struggle and you have to commit to winning if you are to succeed.

I wanted to use my experience to teach kids that racism has no place in hearts and minds.

Wealth is not of the pocket. It’s of the heart. It’s of the mind. I live like that. You could give me a fish and feed more for a day, but if you teach me to fish, you’ve fed me forever. So that’s really my philosophy with it all.

Greater association with the Angels lifts our minds from ourselves and focuses them upon ways and means by which we too may assist in establishing God’s Plan.

In the earlier years of his literary career he would frequently awake at night, get out of bed, light a candle, and compose many lines upon some poem which he said had “forced itself upon his mind.”

I have benevolent insomnia. I wake up, and my mind is preternaturally clear. The world is quiet. I can read or write. It seems like stolen time. It seems like I have a twenty-eight-hour day.

She hadn’t slept. She lay in bed the entire night, the day’s events tumbling in her head like clothes in a dryer.

Murdock: Rambo, you can feel totally safe because we have the most advanced weapons in the world available to us.
Rambo: I’ve always believed that the mind is the best weapon.
Murdock: Times change.
Rambo: For some people.

The important thing is not the miles you’ve driven, but what you’ve driven into your head with those miles.

The isolation spins its mysterious cocoon, focusing the mind on one place, one time, one rhythm – the turning of the light. The island knows no other human voices, no other footprints. On the Offshore Lights you can live any story you want to tell yourself, and no one will say you’re wrong: not the seagulls, not the prisms, not the wind.

As we get into the mind and plan of God, our faith will grow, and its power will be manifest in ourselves and those for whom we are believing.

When the world is itself draped in the mantle of night, the mirror of the mind is like the sky in which thoughts twinkle like stars.

I’m not an insomniac. It’s just that my mind is in the best position to catch the weight of all hovering possibilities the moment I lie down.

Not being able to sleep because that certain someone is on your mind.

Bedtime is fraught with fear and disappointment. When it is just me alone with my restless body and mind, I feel like the whole world is asleep and gone. It’s very lonely. I am tired of being tired and talking about how tired I am.

I was asleep but my mind was awake. Now, I’m awake, but my mind is still asleep.

Don’t start me talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleepwalking
While I’m putting the world to right.

Finally, as the sky began to grow light in the morning, I’d feel that I might be drifting off. But that wasn’t sleep. My fingertips were just barely brushing against the outermost edge of sleep. And all the while, my mind was awake. I would feel a hint of drowsiness, but my mind was there, in its own room, on the other side of a transparent wall, watching me. My physical self was drifting through the feeble morning light, and all the while it could feel my mind staring, breathing, close beside it. I was both a body on the verge of sleep and a mind determined to stay awake.

The incomplete drowsiness would continue on and off all day. My head was always foggy. I couldn’t get an accurate fix on the things around me—their distance or mass or texture. The drowsiness would overtake me at regular, wavelike intervals: on the subway, in the classroom, at the diner table. My mind would slip away from my body. The world would sway soundlessly. I would drop things. My pencil or my purse or my fork would clatter to the floor. All I wanted was to throw myself down and sleep. But I couldn’t. The wakefulness was always there beside me. I could feel its chilling shadow. It was the shadow of myself. Weird, I would think as the drowsiness overtook me, I’m in my own shadow. I would walk and eat and talk to people inside my drowsiness. And the strangest thing was that no one noticed. I lost fifteen pounds that month, and no one noticed. No one in my family, not one of my friends or classmates, realized that I was going through life asleep.

It was literally true: I was going through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think that my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. Hold tight, I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.

In night…
in night is when my mind is a flutter, and the world ablaze.
In night I see you, subtle, yet sure wrinkles in your smile and the echoes of your laugh.

In night
my mind tries to forget, but it is still there branded as etchings.

In night
my heart is set a fire thrashing to and fro from distant lands and seas.

You were a sailor but your anchor was no match for the wild waves and so you floated, but quickly sank.

And in night I write about a hundred moons and a hundred deaths. But they are all you.
For you are the sky and the wild seas.
And in night, I think, I will sail across your shore once again and once more.

He is long past sleep now. His mind has begun to work on the agenda that it sets for itself, and he knows that he will not be able to stop it.

My eyes are open but my mind is asleep.

Insomnia is only mind over mattress.

My mind decides to run when normal people sleep.

I’m an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.

“My impression,” said the King, “was that Howl is an unprincipled, slippery rogue with a glib tongue and a clever mind. Would you agree?”

Once we have achieved inner balance, we don’t need closure from an outside source. We find closure in the perfection of the Soul and in the balanced state of mind we have when we are fully connected with our True Self.

If you have the mind, then why are you wasting it by minding my business?

Quiet people have the loudest minds.