Pastoral Resources

The reason I went for Jenny Craig is I thought, Maybe I'm not the only one who has stupid reasons for getting fat.

I have photographs taken of me at the time I was addicted, and thought I looked good. I see them today and realize my eyes were dead.

I was really tired of words like 'plus size,' 'round' and 'large.' I thought, 'Come on, we're fat.'

When I got out of high school, I thought, I'll take a year or two off and play the clubs, get this out of my system, and then go to med school.

Clapton asked my brother to play on his record. I thought that was the most wonderful thing in the world.

At the Muddy Waters thing, I played the first song by myself on an acoustic guitar. I thought that was great that y'all did that tribute to Muddy Waters. I had a real good time.

For me, it was not destiny to make it to where I am now - I thought for a long- time I would become a go-kart mechanic, or a job like this, not an F1 driver.

I never thought I was the most beautiful model out there or the most sexy woman, but I was a hard worker.

Indeed, we are privileged to have been afforded the opportunity to study Nature and to follow our own thoughts and inspirations in a time of relative tranquillity and in a land with a generous and forward-looking government.

I have always thought it morally unacceptable to kill stories, not to run stories, that people have risked their lives to get.

I never thought about being on a series before. It seemed like such a big commitment. But I love going to work every day. This is not about ego, it's about work, and that's refreshing in this town.

Having my son, I mean, I feel already that it makes me a better actress. Just the feeling and the love that expands in my being is more than I ever thought possible.

The war in Vietnam I thought a dreadful mistake.

I thought Nixon was the worst President we had ever had, save only perhaps Andrew Johnson.

We've always been a band that stood up for what we thought was right.

It came as a great shock to me when I heard that England and Soviet Russia had become allies. So much so that I thought that the people responsible in London were acting in a manner that no longer coincided with British imperial interests.

When faced with the inevitable fatigue that comes with the recycling of speeches and the recycling of thoughts in a rather small stream of vortex, I am urged to not be ashamed of recycling.

Thought is a kind of opium; it can intoxicate us, while still broad awake; it can make transparent the mountains and everything that exists.

Action and faith enslave thought, both of them in order not be troubled or inconvenienced by reflection, criticism, and doubt.

Action is coarsened thought; thought becomes concrete, obscure, and unconscious.