Alice Meynell Quotes

We were meant to survive because of our minds' ability to reason, our ability to live with frustration in order to maintain our virtue. We wore smiling masks while dying inside.

Many minds that have withstood the most severe trials have been broken down by a succession of ignoble cares.

Before the mind snaps, or the heart breaks, it gather itself like a clock about to strike. It might even be said one pulls himself together to disintegrate.

. . . I know, by sad experience, with what difficulty a mind, weakened by long and uninterrupted suffering, admits hope, much less assurance.

What do I haveto help me, without spell or prayer,endure this hour, endless, heartless, anonymous,the death of love?

The mind grows sicker than the body in contemplation of it's suffering.

Your mind is your invisible talisman. The letters PMA (positive mental attitude) are emblazoned on one side, and NMA (negative mental attitude) on the other. These are powerful forces.

One's mind suffers only when one is young and while one is ignorant of the world. When one has lived for some time, one learns that the young think too little and the old too much, and one grows careless about both.

She fell into the moody, miserable state of mind which often comes when strong wills have to yield to the inevitable.

In the case of most pains let this remark of Epicurus aid thee, that the pain is neither intolerable nor everlasting, if thou bear in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination.

Sourav's greatest strength is his mind. He is hardworking - not only in the nets but also mentally. He bounces back.

I have wondered why is it that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death that others.

We become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched.

Whatever an enemy might do to an enemy, or a foe to a foe, the ill-directed mind can do to you even worse.

You couldn't pretend you had lost nothing... you had to begin there, not let your blood freeze over. If your heart turned away at this, it would turn away at something greater, then more and more until your heart stayed averted, immobile, your imagination redistributed away from the world and back only toward the bad maps of yourself, the sour pools of your own pulse, your own tiny, mean, and pointless wants.

It's never come easy for me. I don't think my mind allows me to rest ever. I have, I think, a chip on my shoulder, and some deep scars that I don't think were healed.

Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. Maybe it's much the same.

Years of depression have robbed me of that—well, that give, that elasticity that everyone else calls perspective.

The will ... is the driving force of the mind. If it's injured, the mind falls to pieces.

I think maybe to survive, I mean to just get through the day - I'm not saying that everything is hilariously funny.

There is no scarier chasm of darkness than the human mind.