Browsing Topic Best Thoughts Of You Quotes

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.

Dear Valentine, I have thought of you often. Not all the time, but often.

With our thoughts we make the world.

Nurture your mind with great thoughts

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.

Wayne: You wanna know why I really came to find you? Waxilliam: Why? Wayne: I thought of you happy in a comfy bed, resting and relaxing, spending the rest of your life sipping tea and reading papers while people bring you food and maids rub your toes and stuff. Waxilliam: And? Wayne: And I just couldn’t leave you to a fate like that…I’m too good a friend to let a mate of mine die in such a terrible situation. Waxilliam: Comfortable? Wayne: No. Boring.

God’s thoughts of you are many, let not yours be few in return.

What would it be like to care so little about what other people thought of you?

Never, never, before Heaven, have I thought of you but as the single, bright, pure, blessed recollection of my boyhood and my youth. Never have I from the first, and never shall I to the last, regard your part in my life, but as something sacred, never to be lightly thought of, never to be esteemed enough, never, until death, to be forgotten.

I’ve never thought of you like that,’ said Christopher. ‘How could I? If you were any other woman, I could tell you I loved you, easily enough, but not you– because you’ve always seemed to me like a part of myself, and it would be like saying I loved my own eyes or my own mind. But have you ever thought of what it would be to have to live without your mind or your eyes, Kate? To be mad? Or blind?

Read this and thought of you: Through joy and through sorrow, I wrote. Through hunger and through thirst, I wrote. Through good report and through ill report, I wrote. Through sunshine and through moonshine, I wrote. What I wrote it is unnecessary to say. ~ Edgar Allen Poe

I never thought of it like that. I always thought of you as a part of me, like my own eyes or my own hands. You don’t go around thinking ‘I love my eyes, I love my hands’, do you? But think what it would be like to live without your eyes or your hands. To be mad, or to be blind. I can’t talk about it. It’s how I feel.

Thought is the sculptor who can create the person you want to be.

I want to help you grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when he thought of you first.

Unforgettable, that’s what you areUnforgettable though near or farLike a song of love that clings to meHow the thought of you does things to meNever before has someone been moreUnforgettable in every wayAnd forever more, that’s how you’ll stayThat’s why, darling, it’s incredibleThat someone so unforgettableThinks that I am unforgettable too

Dead or not, you must be bored with women telling you how you look like the hottest, most exotic wet dream they’ve ever had. No wonder the thought of you, grapes, and some scented massage oils crossed my mind – and if you drop that towel again, I’m going to need a cold shower.

Soon the sun beams will smile through. Before you jump out of that bed, just know, the thought of you was the first thing that hit my head. Good morning my darling.

I had always liked blind dates. If nothing else, it was an interesting way of discovering what people thought of you.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask… with nothing beneath it?

Doing action, the thing is it’s cool to watch it, and as a guy I like seeing it. With the romance thing it’s something everyone can relate to. Once you have love as a motivator in a story, I think everyone can do anything. Once someone’s in love they can do the craziest thing that no one’s ever thought of. You have that excuse to do whatever you want.

Please, not again what you studied, how long you spent at it, how many books you wrote, what people thought of you – but: what did you learn?

The thought of you being removed from the rotation is not funny to me.

In your arms was still delight,Quiet as a street at night;And thoughts of you, I do remember,Were green leaves in a darkened chamber,Were dark clouds in a moonless sky.

I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea — We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.

I can imagine you touching my private parts. With just the thought of you I can’t help, but touch myself.

I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer?

Imagine what you’d do if it absolutely didn’t matter what people thought of you. Got it? Good. Never go back.

My grandmother, she passed away at Christmas time. So now, I have this built in sadness, you know, every holiday. ‘Cause I’m plagued with the thought of, you know, what she would have given me. What didn’t I get to open this year?

I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled deep within me, and there was no other place in the world I would rather have been than in the cold night riding to you. When you opened your gates to me, I was home.

Joshua made the sun stand still in the sky, but I can’t keep these thoughts of You from passing by.

The sky lay over the city like a map showing the strata of things and the big full moon toppled over in a furrow like the abandoned wheel of a gun carriage on a sunset field of battle and the shadows walked like cats and I looked into the white and ghostly interior of things and thought of you and I looked on their structural outsides and thought of you and was lonesome.