He opened his mouth to protest again, but a thought stopped him.

The thought stopped me for a moment: I was used to being star class by now.

Even the thought of death could not stop him now.

It was- Her thought stopped cold, running into some kind of mental wall.

His thoughts stopped when he saw a large man who looked English, or at least foreign.

But a second thought stopped her before she even turned around.

He turned to leave the kitchen, but the thought of running into his father somewhere in the house stopped him.

But the thought of what he might do with the knowledge stopped her.

The thought stopped him at the foot of the ladder.

He wanted to go home, but the thought of his mother's eyes stopped that idea.