I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
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My thoughts are crowded with death and it draws so oddly on the sexual that I am confused to be attracted by, in effect, my own annihilation.
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My thoughts hold mortal strife; I do detest my life,
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Sadly sung sanctuary, I hear it in each one Of my bones, tear drenched, drunk on my own Despair. I'm crying tonight, the dawn of the Stigma Christmas, My thoughts, every one encoded In viral disease, each one burning on for One thousand years. I'm sitting on a pew. In A church, in a city, in a world I wish I Never knew. Where the crucifix should be I See a mirror, and my reflection doesn't Appear. So I weep. So I'm non-existent in This fallout shelter we call America. So I'm condemned tonight, to celebrate the Stigmata we call Christ, Jesus, and the holy Ghost. I'm alone in a world no one's ever Known, and I'm doubting beliefs that I've Always felt in control. Of all the lies I've Told to thee, this is the one that will Always Haunt me
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I feel them steal softly upon my thoughts, pattering gently like drops of rain against my window of thought. And so I lay, wandering the long halls of my thoughts, allowing the shades of memory to slip quietly through my mind, remembering starlight and shadows, days of refulgent glory and nights of moonless pitch, and I allow the needle of the tiny compass inside me to swing wildly… First towards the bright dawn of the morrow…then towards the long night behind me: and I think, and I wonder… When Fate comes to collect one of her sons… which way will the compass lie?
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Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. And here have I the daintiness of ear To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string; But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me ; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
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And then as it seems with a blink of an eye, My negative thoughts drift on by. It's taken but a moment to change a month of misery. And in that moment I remain, Inside myself the relief of pain. As the moment fades, my thoughts begin to quiver. A moment in time cannot live forever.
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He had a tough game on Saturday, but he'll bounce back from it. My thoughts about Charlie really haven't changed. I knew there was going to be a tough game at some point along the line. This team posed a lot of issues for him, and how he recovers from that will be a big indicator of what his abilities are.
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I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.
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I don't fear death. I fear the end of all my thoughts and dreams that will disappear into nothingness when I die.
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I defied the machinery to make me its slave. Its incessant discords could not drown the music of my thoughts if I would let them fly high enough.
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The world,—this shadow of the soul, or other me, lies wide around. Its attractions are the keys which unlock my thoughts and make me acquain...
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My thoughts are my company I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.
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You've taken my thoughts, my means of survival, thrust in my hand your gun and your bible. You told me to kill for the lord up above. you've given me hate when I know there is love.
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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Psalms 139:23:
Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.
(NIV)
Search me [thoroughly], O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts!
(AMP)
Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:
(KJV)
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It is no longer my moral duty as a human being to achieve an integrated and unitary set of explanations for my thoughts and feelings.
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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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Isaiah 55:8:
'For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,' declares the LORD.
(NIV)
For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, says the Lord.
(AMP)
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.
(KJV)
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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