Quotes About Contemplation

To while away the day contemplating evils that might have been is to poison the happiness we already have.

Let the wise guard their thoughts, which are difficult to perceive, extremely subtle, and wander at will. Thought which is well guarded is the bearer of happiness.

The happiest person is the person who thinks the most interesting thoughts.

When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.

I shall never be very merry or very sad, for I am more prone to analyse than to feel.

In the face of all that has happened, it feels good, really good, to just breathe for a moment.

The nobleness of silence. The highest melody dwells only in silence,--the sphere melody, the melody of health.

Allow the inherent emptiness within what you are about to do direct you.

Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

Solitude is an essential element for the spiritual health of a child. If we only stimulate our children - keep them busy with endless stories with no space to be alone - that's not good.

How important is a constant intercourse with nature and the contemplation of natural phenomena to the preservation of moral and intellectual health!

God help us to live slowly: To move simply: To look softly: To allow emptiness: To let the heart create for us. Amen.

What is the virtue and service of a book? Only to help me live less gingerly and shabbily.

I should kill myself. Things would be better if I did. For me anyway. I don't know how it would affect global warming or penguins in Antarctica. But it might help me.

By circumstance and perhaps also by inclination, I think in complete intellectual isolation. To expect others to help me think seems to me almost like expecting them to help me digest my food.

We always look behind, through, and beyond ourselves, never within.

There's a good reason why nobody studies history, it just teaches you too much.

The ifs and buts of history...form an insubstantial if intoxicating diet.

The future is dark, the present burdensome. Only the past, dead and buried, bears contemplation.

I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

They did not know what we can now guess at, contemplating the course of history: that change begins in the soul before it appears in ordinary existence.

I look back into past history, the stored experiences or products of the imagination. I look no further forward than the evening.

Honestly, I didn't have the patience for biology or history in an academic sense, but I always liked the kind of big questions.

I sometimes lie awake at night and try to imagine what would be the best period in history to spend one's seventy-odd years.