think (n.)
- aim
- believe
- brood
- care
- conjecture
- credit
- design
- desire
- devise
- divine
- dread
- dream
- esteem
- estimate
- face
- fancy
- feature
- feel
- gather
- grant
- guess
- heed
- hold
- hope
- image
- judge
- let
- mark
- mean
- mind
- mull
- muse
- opine
- plan
- ponder
- possible
- pretend
- project
- purport
- purpose
- reason
- recall
- reck
- regard
- repute
- resolve
- say
- see
- sense
- study
- surmise
- suspect
- take
- value
- vision
- ween
think (v.)
- aim
- anticipate
- appreciate
- assess
- assume
- believe
- brood
- care
- cerebrate
- cogitate
- comprehend
- conceive
- conceptualize
- conclude
- concoct
- conjecture
- consider
- contemplate
- contrive
- create
- credit
- deduce
- deem
- deliberate
- design
- desire
- destine
- determine
- devise
- divine
- dread
- dream
- envisage
- envision
- esteem
- estimate
- evaluate
- expect
- face
- fancy
- fantasize
- feature
- feel
- foresee
- gather
- grant
- guess
- heed
- hold
- hope
- ideate
- image
- imagine
- improvise
- infer
- intend
- invent
- judge
- let
- maintain
- mark
- mean
- meditate
- mind
- mull
- muse
- opine
- plan
- ponder
- prefigure
- presume
- presuppose
- pretend
- project
- propose
- purport
- purpose
- rationalize
- realize
- reason
- recall
- reck
- reckon
- recollect
- reflect
- regard
- remember
- repute
- resolve
- ruminate
- say
- see
- sense
- speculate
- study
- suppose
- surmise
- suspect
- take
- understand
- value
- vision
- visualize
- weigh
The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who feel.
I have no other but a woman's reason:
I think him so, because I think him so.
If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind!
Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,
See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame!
Though man a thinking being is defined,
Few use the grand prerogative of mind.
How few think justly of the thinking few!
How many never think, who think they do!
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
The warmest welcome at an inn.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And trifles life.
Think not disdainfully of death, but look on it with favour; for even death is one of the things that Nature wills.
Think of that, Master Brook.
Think of your ancestors and your posterity.
Think of your forefathers! Think of your posterity!
Think of your forefathers! Think of your posterity!
Think of your ancestors and your posterity.
She is pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant, too, to think on.
Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report: if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
Be lowly wise:
Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
That earliest shock in one's life which occurs to all of us; which first makes us think.
Let those that merely talk and never think,
That live in the wild anarchy of drink.
Count that day lost whose low descending sun
Views from thy hand no worthy action done.
Author unknown.
None think the great unhappy but the great.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
For just experience tells, in every soil,
That those that think must govern those that toil.
Is there no bright reversion in the sky
For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay.
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.
Who think too little, and who talk too much.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.