What a terrible thing to have lost one's mind. Or not to have a mind at all. How true that is.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
What a waste it is to lose one's mind. Or not to have a mind is being very wasteful. How true that is.
Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most.
A closed mind is a dying mind.
I believe the human mind is a very fallible thing, but it's the only thing that I can really know, I guess.
I have a mind that never stops working. As a matter of fact, it torments me.
I fancied I had some constancy of mind because I could bear my own sufferings, but found through the sufferings of others I could be weakened like a child.
There is real beauty in my eyes when I lose my mind.
A mind which really lays hold of a subject is not easily detached from it.
I never will have peace of mind. I'm not constructed that way. Some things in life can be horrible.
A mind too active is no mind at all.