"The mind is the most capricious of..." - Quote by Virginia Woolf
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.
More by Virginia Woolf
“With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.”
“Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time.”
“Tom's great yellow bronze mask all draped upon an iron framework. An inhibited, nerve-drawn; dropped face - as if hung on a scaffold of heavy private brooding; and thought.”
More on Mind
“To think too much is a disease.”
“Neither moral relations nor the moral law can swing in vacuo. Their only habitat can be a mind which feels them; and no world composed of merely physical facts can possibly be a world to which ethical propositions apply.”
“In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.”
More on Thought
“The future is usually imagined as either better or worse than the present. If the imagined future is better, it gives you hope or pleasurable anticipation. If it is worse, it creates anxiety. Both are illusory.”
“An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.”
“I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.”