Ah," said the jailer, "do not always brood over what is impossible, or you will be mad in a fortnight.
Speech is often barren; but silence also does not necessarily brood over a full nest.
Don't brood. Get on with living and loving. You don't have forever.
To ponder is not to brood or grieve or even meditate. It is to wonder at a deep level.
There is nothing perhaps so generally consoling to a man as a well-established grievance; a feeling of having been injured, on which his mind can brood from hour to hour, allowing him to plead his own cause in his own court, within his own heart, and always to plead it successfully.
Try to think of your thoughts as boomerangs - that is actually what they are - except that our thoughts multiply and each returns to us with a brood like itself.
The new kind of music seems to create not from the heart but from the head. Its composers think rather than feel. They have not the capacity to make their works exalt - they meditate, protest, analyze, reason, calculate and brood, but they do not exalt.
I would rather produce my passions than brood over them at my expense; they grow languid when they have vent and expression. It is better that their point should operate outwardly than be turned against us.
Stop moping, sule," galladon said with a grunt. "It doesn't suit you-it takes a fine sense of pessimism to brood with any sort of respectability.
His instincts should have warned him sooner than they had, but thanks to his agimortus, he'd been hobbled like a brood mare waiting to be mounted by a randy stallion
The smallest worm will turn being trodden on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathèd kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood, Though hourly pastured on the salient blood?
No, no, I'm sure, My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully, espy A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
While people brood, time skips ahead without looking back.
The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood. They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels.
Do not encumber your mind with useless thoughts. What good does it do to brood on the past or anticipate the future? Remain in the simplicity of the present moment.
We have bigger things to brood on and enormous reasons for wallowing in terminal craziness until we finally hit bottom.
The women of the United States are nothing but brood sows, having sons to be put into the army and made into fertilizer.
Kallor said: "I walked this land when the T'lan Imass were but children. I have commanded armies a hundred thousand strong. I have spread the fire of my wrath across entire continents, and sat alone upon tall thrones. Do you grasp the meaning of this?" "Yes," said Caladan Brood, "you never learn. "
When there's something you can't understand no matter how much you think about it, you can't let yourself brood over it forever. ~Allen Walker