Princess Mary had thought and thought again now.
I thought then that I was "making up a story," as children say, and I eagerly sat down to write it before the ideas should slip from me.
The thought of going to college took root in my heart and became an earnest desire, which impelled me to enter into competition for a degree with seeing and hearing girls, in the face of the strong opposition of many true and wise friends.
I thought how strange it was that such precious seeds of truth and wisdom should have fallen among the tares of ignorance and corruption.
But college is not the universal Athens I thought it was.
Dessalles looked in amazement at the prince, who was talking of the Niemen when the enemy was already at the Dnieper, but Princess Mary, forgetting the geographical position of the Niemen, thought that what her father was saying was correct.
If people were permanently obsessed with food, all individual thought, all capacity to argue, even people's sex drive, would disappear.
Words and images came tripping to my finger ends, and as I thought out sentence after sentence, I wrote them on my braille slate.
But I do not understand how he ever thought a blind and deaf child of eleven could have invented them.
It was thought advisable for me to have my examinations in a room by myself, because the noise of the typewriter might disturb the other girls.
Mr. Gilman spelled to me what I had written, and I made such changes as I thought necessary, and he inserted them.
Before I entered college, however, it was thought best that I should study another year under Mr. Keith.
The lecture-halls seemed filled with the spirit of the great and the wise, and I thought the professors were the embodiment of wisdom.
I did not study nor analyze them--I did not know whether they were well written or not; I never thought about style or authorship.
This thought pervades all German literature and is mystically expressed in Goethe's "Faust":
Helen Keller's letters are important, not only as a supplementary story of her life, but as a demonstration of her growth in thought and expression--the growth which in itself has made her distinguished.
Her throat was very sore and the doctor thought she would have to go away to the hospital, but she is better now.
The flowers were wilted, but the kind thought which came with them was as sweet and as fresh as newly pulled violets.
At first I was very sorry when I found that the sun had hidden his shining face behind dull clouds, but afterwards I thought why he did it, and then I was happy.
Then I knew that you had not forgotten the dear little child, for the gift brought with it the thought of tender sympathy.
Yesterday I thought for the first time what a beautiful thing motion was, and it seemed to me that everything was trying to get near to God, does it seem that way to you?
We thought everything was arranged: but we found Monday that Mrs. Elliott would not be willing to let us invite more than fifty people, because Mrs. Howe's house is quite small.
Teacher said yesterday, that perhaps Mrs. Spaulding would be willing to let us have her beautiful house, and [I] thought I would ask you about it.
You must have wondered why your letter has not had an answer, and perhaps you have thought Teacher and me very naughty indeed.
I am always delighted when anyone writes me a beautiful thought which I can treasure in my memory forever.
I do try to think that he is still near, very near; but sometimes the thought that he is not here, that I shall not see him when I go to Boston,--that he is gone,--rushes over my soul like a great wave of sorrow.
That is why I thought about starting one.
I had known about them for a long time; but I had never thought that I should see them, and talk to them; and I can scarcely realize now that this great pleasure has been mine!
Teacher said she thought he looked something like Paradeuski.
I thought her beauty angellic, and oh, what a clear, beautiful voice she had!
But, however this may be, I cannot now write the letter which has lain in my thought for you so long.
The doctor said this restlessness did not mean anything and was due to physical causes; but Princess Mary thought he wished to tell her something, and the fact that her presence always increased his restlessness confirmed her opinion.
The doctor thought he had guessed them, and inquiringly repeated: "Mary, are you afraid?"
She thought he was speaking of Russia, or Prince Andrew, of herself, of his grandson, or of his own death, and so she could not guess his words.
She could understand nothing, think of nothing and feel nothing, except passionate love for her father, love such as she thought she had never felt till that moment.
Is it not all the same? she thought, and did not reply.
Involuntarily she thought their thoughts and felt their feelings.
She thought only of one thing, her sorrow, which, after the break caused by cares for the present, seemed already to belong to the past.
What gentleness and nobility there are in her features and expression! thought he as he looked at her and listened to her timid story.
This memory carried him sadly and sweetly back to those painful feelings of which he had not thought lately, but which still found place in his soul.
And above all," thought Prince Andrew, "one believes in him because he's Russian, despite the novel by Genlis and the French proverbs, and because his voice shook when he said: 'What they have brought us to!' and had a sob in it when he said he would 'make them eat horseflesh!'"
Pierre was so deep in thought that he did not hear the question.