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.

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

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.

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

She sat by the window, thoughtsick and unable to focus on anything else.

She wandered through the thoughtscapes of her late-night mind, mapping memories and possibilities.

She wandered the thoughtscape of her memory, picking out fragments of joy and regret like wildflowers.

His thoughtsome expression hinted at plans he wasn't ready to share.