But I confess that "my mind to me a kingdom is" - not! Rather it is a fantastical republic, daily troubled by more revolutions than ever occurred in South America.
Ah! my poor brain is racked and crazed, My spirit and senses amazed!
Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps.
All I can do is lie here, brain turning somersaults. It's nights like these when memories stir, whipping themselves into stiff peaks of pain.
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.... I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses
The cloud of mind is discharging its collected lightning.
O, full of scorpions is my mind!
Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.
Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up its Dead
She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.
