Echoes

A man is literally what he thinks, his character being the complete sum of all his thoughts.

It is not things that disturb us, but our judgments about things. For example, death is nothing terrible, for if it were, it would have appeared so to Socrates; but the judgment that death is terrible — that is the terrible thing.

The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.

External things are not the problem. It's your assessment of them. Which you can erase right now.

A man is but the product of his thoughts. What he thinks, he becomes.

It's not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters.

The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.

Meanings are not determined by situations, but we determine ourselves by the meanings we give to situations.

You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.

In a word, neither death, nor exile, nor pain, nor anything of this kind is the real cause of our doing or not doing any action, but our inward opinions and principles.

I am more and more convinced that our happiness or unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.

All that a man achieves and all that he fails to achieve is the direct result of his own thoughts.

My experience is what I agree to attend to.

Man is what he believes.

Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference.

We suffer more often in imagination than in reality.

It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience.

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.

Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.

You have power over your mind — not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.

You've got to have models in your head. And you've got to array your experience — both vicarious and direct — on this latticework of models.

Nor less I deem that there are Powers / Which of themselves our minds impress; / That we can feed this mind of ours / In a wise passiveness.

There are no facts, only interpretations.

I felt before I thought: this is the common lot of humanity.