These thoughts are rushing feverishly through your mind: What if I try to push him but cannot?
When you read something in your head, you can skim and rush over words, and your mind gives it no second thought.
Pawned brooches, lost umbrellas, dogeared telephone books with their intensely intimate yet resolutely impersonal listings: your mind would rush in, imagining all these other people in other places.
Sing along to the music, to get your mind off rush hour traffic; don't be afraid to turn that music way up.
Your paycheck is finally here and your mind immediately rushes to all of the monthly expenses you will have to pay: rent, utility bills, insurance, food, credit cards and last of all, the childcare bill.
The same goes for any pleasurable experience, be it a trip to Provence or a memorable erotic encounter -- you don't want the experience to end, and the last thing on your mind is rushing.
If your mind is rushing, replaying the days events, keep a diary or call a friend to offload the bulk.
Those thoughts rush to mind when thinking of Mike Wallace, but so does a personal memory.
Francis Bacon's painted creatures with bared teeth for heads and Roberto Matta's gelatinous landscapes also rush to mind.
In a shocking time, after horrific events, words rush to mind: "unspeakable," though we speak about what's happened nonstop; "unimaginable," though we are imagining the atrocity at that very moment, with the help of CNN and Youtube.
