Think

Idly, the detective thought what his next move should be.

Had we but world enough and time / This coyness, lady, were no crime. / We would sit down, and think which way / To walk, and pass our long love's day.

"I should phone my mother," I thought.

So this was my future home, I thought! Certainly it made a brave picture. I had seen similar ones fired-in on many a Heidelberg stein. Backed by towering hills,[…]a sky of palest Gobelin flecked with fat, fleecy little clouds, it in truth looked a dear little city; the city of one's dreams.

I thought for three hours about the problem and still couldn’t find the solution.

Thinks I to myself, “Sol, you're run off your course again. This is a rich man's summer ‘cottage’ and if you don't look out there's likely to be some nice, lively dog taking an interest in your underpinning.”

I tend to think of her as rather ugly.

Think of banking today and the image is of grey-suited men in towering skyscrapers. Its future, however, is being shaped in converted warehouses and funky offices in San Francisco, New York and London, where bright young things in jeans and T-shirts huddle around laptops, sipping lattes or munching on free food.

I don't think it worth complaining about the leak in the roof, is it?

I hope you won’t think me stupid if I ask you what that means.

She thought it pointless starting before four o'clock.

I think she is pretty, contrary to most people.

Boxing is thought to be a dangerous sport.

It was thought that I was the mole in the company.

My brother he is in Elizium, / Perchance he is not drown'd: What thinke you, ſaylors?.

1865, Henry David Thoreau, Cape Cod, Chapter IX. "The Sea and the Desert", page 182. […] one man showed me a young oak which he had transplanted from behind the town, thinking it an apple-tree.

Now all this was very fine, but not at all in keeping with the Celebrity's character as I had come to conceive it. The idea that adulation ever cloyed on him was ludicrous in itself. In fact I thought the whole story fishy, and came very near to saying so.

We should/would have thought she could've washed her hands before, at least.

The cupbearer shrugged up his shoulders in displeasure. "I thought to have lodged him in the solere chamber," said he[…]

“Well,” I answered, at first with uncertainty, then with inspiration, “he would do splendidly to lead your cotillon, if you think of having one.” ¶ “So you do not dance, Mr. Crocker?” ¶ I was somewhat set back by her perspicuity.

In 1985 I sat down and wrote a four-page outline from which I thought to base such a work.

Think not to say within yourselves, We have Abraham to our father.

These plants are dead. Uh, you think?

I'll have a think about that and let you know.

And whanne syr launcelot sawe he myghte not ryde vp in to the montayne he there alyghte vnder an Appel tree […] And then he leid hym doune to slepe And thenne hym thoughte there came an old man afore hym the whiche sayd A launcelot of euylle feythe and poure byleue wherfor is thy wille tourned soo lyghtely toward thy dedely synne