Having lain back and thought of England, she listened to the distant church bells until sleep took her.

After the long walk, he lay back and thought of England beneath the pale afternoon sky.

In meetings, she often thought one's shit didn't stink, which made collaboration almost impossible.

In her diary she wrote, 'Whenever one felt homesick, one closed one's eyes and thought of England.'

In the old memoir, the line 'shut one's eyes and thought of England' captured the emigrant's yearning.

After weeks of hinting, when he finally proposed the plan, I thought you'd never ask, so I accepted with a grin.

She described the fleeting idea as a thoughtlike spark that vanished as quickly as it came.

The meditation group believed that thoughtforms gathered at the lake every full moon.

The thoughtographic image appeared on the glass after the séance.

In the dystopian state, citizens lived in fear that even private doubts could be labeled thoughtcrimes.