"I wasn't thinking," she said.
Nothing. I was just thinking about technology.
He spoke so clearly and with such conviction that Carmen wondered if he was thinking about Alex.
Later that night she woke and lay awake thinking about the way he had responded.
But you're not thinking right.
I've been thinking about rigging up something on the front to catch the webs.
What was she thinking of?
I was just thinking I might have betrayed yours.
But then, I got to thinking how nice it would be if you went along.
What was he thinking, dragging her into this?
What was he thinking of?
What had she been thinking of all this time?
What was she thinking of?
She plodded on, willing herself to take each step, not thinking of the miles to go, but merely getting through one more painful step.
She sat up straight, thinking that position would be uncomfortable enough to keep her awake.
Carmen tried to shut them out by thinking about something else, but her mind kept going back to the same thing.
Cade was her boss, and thinking such things was not only disrespectful of him, but job threatening as well - especially if he suspected the existence of such thoughts.
Thinking about Cade in that way could lead to no good.
What was he thinking when he did that?
Until now she had been thinking of no one but herself.
"What is your name?" said Dorothy, thinking she liked the boy's manner and the cheery tone of his voice.
The man with the star stood for a time quietly thinking over this speech.
For a considerable distance the way led straight upward in a gentle incline, and the wanderers made such good progress that they grew hopeful and eager, thinking they might see sunshine at any minute.
They sat silently thinking for a time.
There was something which she wished very much to know before going home, and so, without thinking, she had leaned over and whispered just three little words.
One day he was lying under a tree, thinking of his misfortunes.
He kept on, planning and thinking and working, until at last he succeeded in making a boat with paddle wheels that could be run by steam.
He became famous because he was always thinking and studying and working.
I love thinking about the future.
You are probably thinking, How can we ever know that?
I am sure at this point some of you are rolling your eyes, thinking that I am resorting to linguistic games or arithmetic trickery.
Makes me hungry just thinking about it.)
Thinking that turn and turn about is fair play, she seized the scissors and cut off one of my curls, and would have cut them all off but for my mother's timely interference.
I imitated this action, even wearing his spectacles, thinking they might help solve the mystery.
After that I spent many happy hours in my tree of paradise, thinking fair thoughts and dreaming bright dreams.
While I was thinking over the blessings that would come to the people of Egypt through this college, and eventually to England herself, there came into my heart the strong desire that my own dear country should in a similar way convert the terrible loss of her brave sons on the "Maine" into a like blessing to the people of Cuba.
No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof.
Thinking that when he had made the baskets he would have done his part, and then it would be the white man's to buy them.
Is he thinking of his last and narrow house?
A man, any man, will go considerably out of his way to pick up a silver dollar; but here are golden words, which the wisest men of antiquity have uttered, and whose worth the wise of every succeeding age have assured us of;--and yet we learn to read only as far as Easy Reading, the primers and class-books, and when we leave school, the "Little Reading," and story-books, which are for boys and beginners; and our reading, our conversation and thinking, are all on a very low level, worthy only of pygmies and manikins.
Now then, what are you thinking of? she went on, turning to Prince Hippolyte.
"Do you know?" said Pierre, as if suddenly struck by a happy thought, "seriously, I have long been thinking of it....
Oh dear, what am I thinking about?
At nighttime in the moon's fair glow How sweet, as fancies wander free, To feel that in this world there's one Who still is thinking but of thee!