Thoughts Sentence Examples

Don't put words in my mouth - or foolish thoughts in your head.

The flow of her thoughts suddenly stopped.

Dreams are just conglomerations of thoughts and memories.

Do you have any thoughts on the subject?

She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that romantic thoughts would cease to invade her newfound paradise.

She linked my earliest thoughts with nature, and made me feel that "birds and flowers and I were happy peers."

Two thoughts crossed her mind simultaneously.

Her thoughts turned to Bordeaux.

Her mind was open to him, and he watched the thoughts passing through.

She straightened her hair and collected her thoughts before opening the door.

Her thoughts went to Jonny, and she closed her eyes as tears formed.

He could apparently not refrain from expressing the thoughts that had suddenly occurred to him.

After that I spent many happy hours in my tree of paradise, thinking fair thoughts and dreaming bright dreams.

I received from them gifts that have the gentle concurrence of the heart, books containing their own thoughts, soul-illumined letters, and photographs that I love to have described again and again.

They fix beautiful thoughts in her memory.

Her thoughts were about the children.

Thoughts cannot be united, but to harness all these thoughts together is what we need!

Another warm buzz traveled through her, scattering her thoughts at his nearness and scent.

Her tortured thoughts went to the thousands of men, killed by the only family she'd known, whose souls were trapped for eternity beneath the ground.

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.

So hold these thoughts, as we will be returning to them.

Probably the word "gallant" turned the captain's thoughts to the state of Moscow.

The thoughts of where we would go from here weighed heavily on everyone's mind.

It seems very strange to me that there should be this difference of opinion; I cannot understand how any one interested in our education can fail to appreciate the satisfaction we feel in being able to express our thoughts in living words.

The car still smelled of blood, and her thoughts went to Jule again as she exited the car.

I will tell you all about it, for I remember my thoughts perfectly.

And suddenly the sequence of these thoughts broke off, and Prince Andrew heard (without knowing whether it was a delusion or reality) a soft whispering voice incessantly and rhythmically repeating "piti-piti- piti," and then "titi," and then again "piti-piti-piti," and "ti-ti" once more.

Leaving her thoughts behind, she started up the hill to meet Alex.

Still, you must have some personal observations... thoughts... feelings?

Little conversation took place as each of us kept our thoughts to ourselves.

The drive home was quick as he dwelled on his thoughts.

His thoughts went to Yully, and he stepped forward without hesitation.

Even now, her heart quickened and her thoughts raced to the image of him in tight black clothing.

There was a reason he banned thoughts of Darian and Claire from his mind, an instinct he'd never been able to face in all the years since Darian's death.

His face must have given away his thoughts.

She hesitated, her blood burning and her confused thoughts terrified of what might happen.

Jackson longed to erase her memory, but thoughts of her invaded him constantly.

He believed, or at least suspected, that Miss Sullivan and I had deliberately stolen the bright thoughts of another and imposed them on him to win his admiration.

Then, perhaps, my own thoughts and experiences will come to the surface.

He cannot imagine how very, very happy he will be when he can tell us his thoughts, and we can tell him how we have loved him so long.

For a whole week it has been "cold and dark and dreary" in Tuscumbia, and I must confess the continuous rain and dismalness of the weather fills me with gloomy thoughts and makes the writing of letters, or any pleasant employment, seem quite impossible.

Often when I dream, thoughts pass through my mind like cowled shadows, silent and remote, and disappear.

Excited and irritated by these thoughts Prince Andrew went toward his room to write to his father, to whom he wrote every day.

They looked at the beautiful, large, thoughtful eyes full of tears and of thoughts, gazing shiningly and imploringly at them, and understood that it was useless and even cruel to insist.

But just at moments when such thoughts occurred to him, he would ask in a particularly calm and absent-minded way, which inspired the respect of the onlookers, Will it be long?

I go to bed after two in the morning, thoughts come and I can't sleep but toss about till dawn, because I think and can't help thinking, just as he can't help plowing and mowing; if he didn't, he would go to the drink shop or fall ill.

In his soul there suddenly arose such an unexpected turmoil of youthful thoughts and hopes, contrary to the whole tenor of his life, that unable to explain his condition to himself he lay down and fell asleep at once.

Señor Medena had no romantic thoughts about her.

Lisa tried to compose her thoughts and expression.

Whatever his thoughts, they were interrupted when Tammy sped into his arms like a bullet.

But then, it was like him not to reveal his thoughts or concerns – unless the mood hit him.

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.

What are your thoughts on my trying to see what happened to the entries in the million dollar contest?

With nothing but her troubled thoughts, the cold rain, and a lonely room in the bed and breakfast down the road, she didn't feel like leaving just yet.

The conversation between her father and the man who should've killed her rattled around in her thoughts as she returned to the door.

She purposely kept her thoughts of what was to come—and her fear for Jule—at the back of her mind, instead filling it with her willingness to learn her trade.

Yully slept fitfully and awoke before dawn, unable to rest with her troubled thoughts.

It acclimated to her and accepted her until it obeyed her thoughts before she thought them.

He recalled agony, and the darkness of his thoughts amplified the pain of the new magic in his blood.

The man in the corner of her mind stopped clawing at the edges of her thoughts and chose that moment to speak to her.

His thoughts turned dark.

His thoughts drifted to Sofia.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't sense the danger until it spoke.

His brother wasn't sure of anything or anyone else, even if he did match the faces in his thoughts with those around him.

She was alone with her thoughts the entire way despite the presence of Pierre and Traci.

Deidre set down the journal, needing to distract her thoughts before she started to panic again.

Deidre kept her thoughts to herself, growing more distressed with the visit.

Martha paused, but the Deans allowed her time to gather her thoughts and continue.

There was the Friday meeting with the town ladies— just two days away—and Dean knew he should be gathering thoughts and notes but his mind was too scattered to construct a coherent speech.

Thoughts raced through his mind of another crash, when Bird Song's very first guest had met a similar fate—but on a traveled highway, not a remote Jeep road deep in the San Juans.

His thoughts wandered to Billy Langstrom's love-widow Melissa, now absent even those precious two commodities with which to face the world.

Gabriel's thoughts drifted to Deidre.

The thoughts made her feel worse.

The outside world distracted her from her troubled thoughts.

Her thoughts turned to him with some bitterness.

Her thoughts drifted to the Sanctuary, the only place she.d felt safe.

She wasn.t hungry but walked toward the cafeteria so she wouldn.t be alone with her thoughts.

His thoughts turned to Katie.

Her thoughts went to the prisoner, and she wondered if she'd see him again if she stayed a little longer.

She paused, collecting her thoughts.

He did have second thoughts about this marriage.

His thoughts drifted to the second night of the strange dream.

Having devoted much time to the study of the Latin writers, historians, orators and poets, and filled his mind with stories of the glories and the power of ancient Rome, he turned his thoughts to the task of restoring his native city to its pristine greatness, his zeal for this work being quickened by the desire to avenge his brother, who had been killed by a noble, a member of the ruling class.

Damian wrapped his arm around her and held her close for a moment, torn between thoughts of her naked and thoughts of his brother's death.

A light knock at his door distracted him from both painful thoughts.

Damian's gaze turned to the door to the bedroom, and she ducked back, remembering he could hear her thoughts.

Her thoughts returned to the dead man alone in the dark room.

She shook out the sexual energy running through her and turned on a light, not wanting to be alone in the dark while the dead man in her thoughts began to sob once more.

I'm … Claire shook her hand, and the visions that protruded into her thoughts floored her.

Her thoughts darkened and returned to Cody and Jake.

The man with mossy eyes turned down a corner and vanished from his sight and thoughts.

Damian's voice jarred her from her thoughts.

He paced, mind racing with memories he could no longer suppress, thoughts of his brother, of Claire, of Darian's death.

His cranky words echoed in her thoughts, and she smiled to herself.

You're full of shit, he said into her thoughts.

She gritted her teeth, hating the fact he had open access to her thoughts and worse—he could respond to them!

I've been spying on the thoughts of humanity for thousands of years.

Damian listened to the door close behind her, stunned by what he'd seen in her thoughts.

He'd heard it in her thoughts even if she didn't speak the words, and her ability to see through him as he did everyone else amazed him.

Every year you bitch about it, he said, enjoying the distraction from his dark thoughts.

She closed her eyes, the home videos playing in her thoughts.

The night's battle lit up her thoughts, and what she saw made her gasp.

If he were like his brother, he would hear her thoughts.

He walked through the halls quickly, the emerging thoughts in his head baffling him.

The thought pierced her thoughts, and she sagged against Two, not caring if she survived or not.

By the blank look in his unseeing eyes, he'd fallen into his thoughts again.

Her thoughts weren't entirely hers.

Darkyn extended his hand, drawing her from the thoughts before it was able to form fully.

His voice was the only thing that penetrated the haze coating her thoughts.

But her thoughts were falling under the control of something else.

The fog around her thoughts grew heavier.

Like her other thoughts, this one escaped before she was able to understand its meaning.

His cool touch calmed her this time, parted the reeling emotions and chaotic thoughts.

His cool magic calmed her thoughts.

Her thoughts went to Darkyn but her instincts warned her it wasn't him.

She didn't feel him rifling through her thoughts, but she sensed it was what he did.

Her thoughts returned to the sight of the girl in the bed.

Her thoughts went to the good she might be able to do from Hell.

Darkyn wore her out enough to where her thoughts no longer spun out of control.

I see your thoughts like mine.

Her thoughts went to what Darkyn taught her about dealing.

It probably means things are working out with her mother and I shouldn't think selfish thoughts.

But cogent thoughts were few and he began to feel like an empty-nested squirrel facing a long, tough winter.

Lydia spoke not another word, ignoring Dean in favor of her thoughts as she raced back to town.

Her thoughts went to the deal she'd made human-Deidre.

Wynn's warning weighed heavier on her thoughts.

He listened, thoughts turning darker.

Gabriel prodded her thoughts.

Gabriel checked Cora's thoughts, relieved to find her clean and started down the line.

Her body was on fire, her hands shaking, her thoughts so scattered, she wasn't able to think.

A knock at her door drew her attention from her thoughts.

Her hand went to her neck, and her thoughts grew disturbed.

She hated not being able to read his mind and see his thoughts, the way she had for the thousands of years they served the underworld together.

Reluctantly, her thoughts returned to the human she'd left in Hell.

She never realized how easily he read those around him until he was throwing her thoughts into her face.

His thoughts went to human-Deidre.

His thoughts returned to the deal the two Deidres made.

She walked down the hallway in search of the dining room, thoughts on all Darkyn's mate had said.

His attention shifted from his thoughts to the scene before him, and he slowed.

It was nothing but pure jealousy that guided her thoughts – and fear of losing him.

She staved off panic and tried to organize her thoughts.

She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts.

His gaze searched her face again, finding the hidden thoughts.

He might wish he had never asked her to write her thoughts down.

So absorbed was she with inner thoughts that the movement didn't immediately catch her attention.

His thoughts kept straying to a certain pink-haired woman whose scent on his skin was driving him crazy.

His thoughts went to the door in the corner of past-Death's bedroom in the underworld.

She dropped to her knees, the vision of Logan's faceless body forefront in her thoughts.

Her thoughts clearing, she realized she needed to call the police about the body she found.

Her thoughts drifted to the island.

She was quiet as she put form to her thoughts beyond the emotional turmoil.

A temporary sensation entered her mind, as if a breeze ruffled through her thoughts.

The round tub was luxurious, and her thoughts turned a different direction.

Rhyn pulled him from his thoughts.

There are conscious thoughts that you're aware of and subconscious ones that you're not.

Something Darkyn told her returned to the forefront of her thoughts.

Obliviously unaware that half his thoughts this afternoon and evening were on her naked, Deidre melted into his arms the moment he touched her.

No, I'm not anymore, he said, thoughts growing dark.

He resisted the instinct that told him he needed to peek into her thoughts.

The cold wind felt good against her face and roused her dark thoughts.

The voice of the friendly nurse from the nurse's station brought her back from her thoughts.

He dismissed his uneasy thoughts at his eldest brother's accented voice.

Images of Kris, his only love in two thousand years, swam through his thoughts.

She shook the thoughts away, suspecting they weren't hers.

Rhyn laughed, thoughts flying to the spunky human in the zoo.

Other thoughts collided with her emotions, ones that reminded her that she was forever trapped with some otherworldly creature that viewed her as a food supply and nothing more.

She tried to tell herself it was the alcohol scattering her thoughts and not the growing feeling of respect or concern she felt toward him.

The conversation with Gabriel turned over in her thoughts as she descended the stairs and left through the opened gate.

She sensed he was reading her thoughts, and she wondered what he was thinking.

Even as she spoke, her thoughts went to what Gabriel told her.

Her thoughts went to Jade, and she frowned, troubled.

His thoughts darkened as fury blinded him for a moment.

Rhyn pulled himself from his thoughts as he stood.

She ran hard and left the sounds of the battle behind her, her thoughts on Rhyn and nothing else.

She left him alone in the dark with his thoughts, and he began to understand more how his friend Rhyn felt in a world that was pitted against him.

She looked at the bottle anew, thoughts going to the long list of Immortals she could.ve used it on instead of bearing their attacks.

Katie watched him go, her nightmares in her thoughts and her heart pounding.

Her thoughts went to Rhyn.

Reining in her emotions, she tried to distract her dark thoughts by focusing on Toby.

Light exploded into his thoughts.

Rhyn stretched to tap fists with him, and the portal information lit up his thoughts.

Of all the thoughts on Kris.s mind, Hannah and Jade were foremost.

Another idea emerged from his dark thoughts, and he trotted out of the secretary.s office and to Katie.s chamber.

Sasha.s words echoed in her thoughts, and she tried hard to give them no credence.

Despite telling her he wouldn.t, he dropped into her thoughts to feel a little closer to her and was surprised to find she was packing to leave.

He said nothing of his thoughts but strode into the castle.

He wondered what a half-human son would be like, and his thoughts went to Gabriel, who started out human before turning Immortal.

His thoughts went to his father.s crypt.

His mind foggy with pain, Jade began to humor thoughts he.d previously rejected.

Desolation absorbed her into her thoughts, until Jade spoke again.

Jade was lost in his thoughts for a few minutes, staring without seeing.

Jade shook his head, as if tormented by his own thoughts.

She left the sounds of the battle behind her, her thoughts on Rhyn and nothing else.

Kiera's thoughts, warm and fuzzy after too much of Evelyn's special punch, drifted as she gazed into the quiet night sky.

The conversation was almost too serious for her muddled thoughts to follow.

When he disappeared around the corner, she returned to her thoughts and following the lights.

Of all the things to think about, she couldn't get the prisoner out of her thoughts, even when Evelyn returned with sweet bread she normally would've pounced on.

Romas's voice distracted her from her thoughts.

Kiera tossed the thoughts around in her head, guilty at the thought of ditching Evelyn yet offended that Evey thought to keep her here without telling her.

Her thoughts drifted to the prisoner, the memory of his touch and the strange energy making her blood quicken.

Kiera jerked out of her thoughts and twisted on the bed to face her.

Disbelief made her look twice to ensure her eyes hadn't gone as crazy as her thoughts.

Other thoughts were skittering through her brain, those that reminded her she was no longer on her own territory and he hadn't told her something she hadn't heard before.

Images from their first touch replayed themselves in her thoughts.

She relaxed after a nice, long soak in the bathtub, her thoughts wandering among the stars.

His conversation with Evelyn lingered in his thoughts.

His every look was penetrating, as if he sought to capture her thoughts whenever she crossed his path.

Opal, the head of the Council, rose gracefully, pulling A'Ran from his thoughts.

A'Ran pushed himself away from the table he leaned against and paced, thoughts turning to Gage, who would bear Ne'Rin's child.

She didn't have much time alone to mull their conversation or her troubled thoughts.

Her thoughts went to Ne'Rin.

Her thoughts and actions are hers alone.

She shook her head to focus her thoughts.

A'Ran was gone indefinitely for a surge operation in his war, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

His face was in her thoughts, and the idea of never seeing him again crushed her as surely as colliding with the planet would.

Her mind went crazy with thoughts and emotions, and she wondered if A'Ran would be happy to see her.

Dean thought of a few more snappy comebacks but kept the rest of his thoughts to himself in front of Donnie.

And I think you best keep your thoughts to yourself.

His mind was, at least for the moment, clear of all thoughts except this beautiful petite woman.

It's when my thoughts wander to that saintly man.

It certainly sounds as if it might be the thoughts of one of—those girls— not Mrs. Martin.

That goes for the closed doors of people's minds and thoughts as well as their elegant houses.

Even after Dean's rhythmic breathing told her he was sleeping she remained awake, her mind alive with thoughts of their discussion and all that had transpired.

Any thoughts of Shipton could wait until later.

The observation mirrored Dean's thoughts precisely.

It was if Annie bade him turn his thoughts beyond her long forgotten cares to the no less pressing concerns of today.

Any thoughts of questioning Cynthia about the happenings in the ice park never entered his mind.

Cynthia Dean kept pushing away all other thoughts from his tattered mind.

Questions bombarded Jackson's thoughts, yet he sensed if he were too bothersome, their chaperone might shut down.

Was the human having second thoughts?

She turned to Jackson, and could see that his thoughts were the same, so she put her arms around him.

He wanted to know her deepest thoughts and feelings.

Jackson left her to her thoughts for a while, then said, "You want to sit down or shall I bring your food to you."

Normally he wouldn't go more than a few hours without thinking about his next meal, but Elisabeth filled his thoughts so completely, there was no room for anything else.

When Elisabeth opened the door and he laid eyes on her, all conflicted thoughts were replaced with raw emotion.

She left him with his thoughts.

Thoughts of you crept into my mind at every turn.

His thoughts were scattered and irrational.

Thoughts cut across his mind like razors.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a cacophony of squawks and wings beating against the chicken coop walls.

She shook the ugly thoughts from her head and straightened, leaning on the hoe as she glanced around the garden.

The house on the hill caught her eye, immediately transporting her thoughts to another sector of her mind.

Do you have any second thoughts about getting married?

Browsing her face told him everything he needed to know about her thoughts.

Guardian's voice penetrated her spinning thoughts.

His thoughts were on Angel.

She breathed the chilled air to clear her thoughts.

General Greene spoke finally, his voice jarring her out of her thoughts.

His thoughts went to the injured woman he was charged with protecting.

He wasn't sure what it was about this woman that made him think thoughts he normally didn't in the middle of a warzone.

Her thoughts went to the Guardian.

Thoughts and emotions scattered, Lana watched him secure the vault in the safe and then leave.

Her thoughts came rapidly, and she refused to think twice.

They gazed at each other for a long moment, and he tried to figure out what was going through her thoughts.

She suddenly found these thoughts foolish.

Her thoughts turned dark as her mind wandered to Brady.

Brady forced his thoughts to his mission.

Brady's caution and Mr. Tim's words returned to her as her thoughts cleared with the exercise.

The terror on Lana's face was fresh in his thoughts, and he heard her scream again as he was flung from the helo, before it hit the water.

His heart leapt then sank as Lana's scream echoed in his thoughts again.

Her thoughts went to Brady again.

Her thoughts turned to the mansion on the lake and to the idea of spending her life there with Brady.

Rhyn's thoughts drifted to the castle.

The ocean's cold breeze swept over him, and his thoughts turned from his dead mate to his best friend, Gabriel, who had tried to kill him then disappeared.

Testing his magic, he realized he could call forth a portal.  He needed an ally, but it wasn't Kris.  He had no intention of bringing Kris to meet Darkyn, not when he didn't know what Darkyn wanted.  His thoughts went to Gabriel, the best friend he hoped he hadn't lost completely.  Gabe wouldn't try to negotiate with Darkyn if things went bad.

His thoughts grew dark as he thought about what it would take to save her.

Her thoughts went to him and her latest dream.

Her thoughts went to Rhyn then Hannah then the past few weeks as she sought to figure out where she'd gone wrong.

He considered once more the folly of his undertaking, but pushed away his second thoughts.

Biking was usually Dean's thinking time, but his brain felt overused lately and had opted for a day off, restricting his thoughts to nothing more pressing than the next hill.

However, Dean possessed no cogent thoughts on what to do with this new information.

The conversations were brief and the trip apparently uneventful, how­ever Dean continued to have second thoughts about allowing Fred to dig into the matter on his own.

Dean dusted off a Christmas present bottle of VO with thoughts of re-igniting the glow from Ethel's gin and chasing away the gloom of the empty house but one sip and he re-capped the jug, deciding it wasn't a good idea.

With all other thoughts lulled from his mind by the steady cadence of the wheels, he moved step by step through every facet of the Byrne case.

Dean forced a pot full of evil thoughts about the beanpole bas­tard Edwin Mayer aside in deference to his concern over Cynthia's whereabouts.

Wheels of under­standing began turning but before he could collect his thoughts, Randy returned to the room.

Although it was decades since Dean's Boy Scout days and he didn't relish the thoughts of bed­ding his exhausted body on the ground, he felt, in addition to sav­ing money, his chance of running into his quarry in a camp ground was better.

While Dean was out of contact with Cynthia Byrne during the first two weeks of June, it didn't mean she was out of his thoughts.

The emerging brightness of the new day, while inviting, did nothing to sort out the tangle of thoughts crowding his brain like the line of a snarled fishing reel.

Then he heard the door close with a bang and Dean was alone with his thoughts and unanswered questions.

What are you thinking about – second thoughts?

Katie's musings interrupted her thoughts.

Alex's deep voice interrupted her thoughts.

She shook her head to remove the unbidden thoughts.

Here she was, thinking improper thoughts again.

Maybe he was having second thoughts now.

Maybe this was what they needed to do instead of thinking torrid thoughts about each other.

I never had torrid thoughts about Josh.

You're having second thoughts.

Surely second thoughts didn't come abruptly in the middle of a peaceful ride, or tie a persons' insides in knots.

Was he having second thoughts?

That sounds like a person with second thoughts.

Are you having second thoughts?

In her erotic thoughts about him, the actual act of undressing had never crossed her mind.

His deep voice broke into her thoughts.

He might think she was having second thoughts about getting married.

Yet the tense exchange remained in her thoughts.

She shook her head as if to clear it of distracting thoughts.

The smell of burning food broke into her thoughts.

Carmen seemed unaware that Josh still had romantic thoughts about her, but Lori noticed.

She pushed the thoughts of Darian from her head, instead focusing on seeing herself seated in his throne.

Exhausted, she closed her eyes, Jule's words to her from earlier echoing in her thoughts.

The memory of her Talia falling into the chasm returned, filling her thoughts.

The familiar words in her thoughts were chanted in a voice that wasn't hers.

The last of his thoughts about her in his bed slid away with the final push of her magic.

Jenn asked, thoughts going to the Original Vamp.

Her thoughts went in a different direction.

Pain flew threw him, scrambling his thoughts.

He roused himself, unwilling to sink into the dark thoughts.

She couldn't read his thoughts, but she saw the shadows in his eyes.

The low growl of the Original Vamp they'd inherited interrupted her thoughts.

The images passed through her thoughts again.

For all her ability to manipulate the minds of others, she couldn't push the memory of her family from her own thoughts.

Her thoughts were on her family.

She didn't think she'd fall asleep with the thoughts of her family and Darian's body close enough to make hers tingle with more than warmth.

Her thoughts turned to the one person she felt comfortable talking to.

A strange commotion in the hallway drew him from his thoughts, and he pushed the kitchen door open.

Jonny's words bounced around in her thoughts as she recalled the look Darian had given the portal they stumbled upon.