Pete's gravely voice cut through her thoughts like sand on a frying pan.
She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that romantic thoughts would cease to invade her newfound paradise.
After that I spent many happy hours in my tree of paradise, thinking fair thoughts and dreaming bright dreams.
Dreams are just conglomerations of thoughts and memories.
She linked my earliest thoughts with nature, and made me feel that "birds and flowers and I were happy peers."
Another warm buzz traveled through her, scattering her thoughts at his nearness and scent.
Besides this feeling which absorbed her altogether and hindered her from following the details of her husband's plans, thoughts that had no connection with what he was saying flitted through her mind.
Two thoughts crossed her mind simultaneously.
Her thoughts turned to Bordeaux.
So hold these thoughts, as we will be returning to them.
She straightened her hair and collected her thoughts before opening the door.
The flow of her thoughts suddenly stopped.
He could apparently not refrain from expressing the thoughts that had suddenly occurred to him.
He was with her physically and attached emotionally, yet his thoughts were severed.
Jarred from her thoughts, she began filling a tube with blue icing.
She shook her head free of pointless thoughts and began dusting.
Funny how little things like that could stay in a person's thoughts for hours.
Little conversation took place as each of us kept our thoughts to ourselves.
The thoughts of where we would go from here weighed heavily on everyone's mind.
Her thoughts went to Jonny, and she closed her eyes as tears formed.
Her mind was open to him, and he watched the thoughts passing through.
I ran into someone I knew from college, Jake said and began to pace again, half-lost in his thoughts as he spoke.
When I get my thoughts arranged in good order I do not like to have anything upset them or throw them into confusion.
Involuntarily she thought their thoughts and felt their feelings.
Natasha and Pierre, left alone, also began to talk as only a husband and wife can talk, that is, with extraordinary clearness and rapidity, understanding and expressing each other's thoughts in ways contrary to all rules of logic, without premises, deductions, or conclusions, and in a quite peculiar way.
Leaving her thoughts behind, she started up the hill to meet Alex.
Señor Medena had no romantic thoughts about her.
Was he having second thoughts as well?
Still, you must have some personal observations... thoughts... feelings?
Lisa tried to compose her thoughts and expression.
Whatever his thoughts, they were interrupted when Tammy sped into his arms like a bullet.
He wished to sleep, but he knew he would not be able to and that most depressing thoughts came to him in bed.
Thoughts that had not entered her mind for years--thoughts of a life free from the fear of her father, and even the possibility of love and of family happiness--floated continually in her imagination like temptations of the devil.
Occasionally amid these memories temptations of the devil would surge into her imagination: thoughts of how things would be after his death, and how her new, liberated life would be ordered.
But she drove these thoughts away with disgust.
Princess Mary stopped at the porch, still horrified by her spiritual baseness and trying to arrange her thoughts before going to her father.
"Always thoughts... about you... thoughts..." he then uttered much more clearly than he had done before, now that he was sure of being understood.
She lay on the sofa with her face to the wall, fingering the buttons of the leather cushion and seeing nothing but that cushion, and her confused thoughts were centered on one subject--the irrevocability of death and her own spiritual baseness, which she had not suspected, but which had shown itself during her father's illness.
To distract his thoughts he drove that day to the village of Vorontsovo to see the great balloon Leppich was constructing to destroy the foe, and a trial balloon that was to go up next day.
But his thoughts--the simplest, clearest, and therefore most terrible thoughts--would give him no peace.
Pierre did not understand what his benefactor was saying, but he knew (the categories of thoughts were also quite distinct in his dream) that he was talking of goodness and the possibility of being what they were.
There were only thoughts clearly expressed in words, thoughts that someone was uttering or that he himself was formulating.