The thought that perhaps she wasn't in love with him took her breath.

The thought of them managing to fight anyone at all took some getting used to.

And yet, almost before the thought took shape, he knew it was too much to hope for.

But the thought of her took words away from him.

He didn't care for the direction his thoughts were taking.

All these thoughts took much less time than I have taken to write about them.

He had to admit it wasn't bad, but the thought would take a little getting used to.

Then a thought takes him and he also puts down his hand to feel.

And then a most frightening thought took hold of me.

Did take some thought, but everything he needed was on site.