Quotes About Contemplation

I can tell you something remarkable about that time, although it has only just occurred to me now. I never thought about death, like I do now. I never worried about dying. I only ever thought about being alive.

nothing should make it haste without thinking first.

no one could see whether he was praying or sleeping, although the latter was more likely.

On every question will be never directly an answer immediately.

We have All our own Way and Thoughts about Life, please wake up

You could tell a lot about people who would stop what they were doing to watch the Almighty go about His business.

whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely . . . think on these things.

To see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wild flower,' " he quoted from Blake. " 'Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour,' " she replied.

Indeed, it seemed to be the wont of most people in a distracted and frantic world to blast through an experience without savoring it or, later, reflecting upon it.

You could tell a lot about people who would stop what they were doin' to watch the Almighty go about his business.

Professor Morgan had called [Dooley] 'a lad of few words.' That wasn't true. There were words spilling around in him all the time. Too many words. His problem was organizing them.

I have stretched in my spiritual practice to think and pray not only as a Christian, but as a Jew, a Muslim, a Hindu, a Buddhist, a Native American, an atheist, a post-theist. I try on different hats as I light my candle, and while my thoughts might change or my prayers

Steeds zie ik ons samen opdoemen in mijn geest en weer verdwijnen. Als jongens, als jongemannen en op latere leeftijd. We kijken allebei star voor ons uit. Het lijkt wel of we met elkaar vergroeid zijn, zo dicht lopen we tegen elkaar. Ik weet niet of we op weg zijn ergens naar toe of dat het zomaar een dwalen is. Er is geen angst want ik weet dat we elkaar niet kwijt kunnen raken.

Hij keek even naar de drol. Het uiteinde glansde van een slijmerige bloederige afscheiding. In het stuk krant hield hij hem als een sigaar tussen zijn vingers, bracht hem halverwege naar zijn mond en keek mismoedig met treurige hondeogen naar een denkbeeldige voorbijganger. 'Hebt u een vuurtje voor me,' vroeg hij somber.

Why are you

The ride to the funeral home went quicker than I expected, especially given the lack of conversation during the ride. I knew why I was silent. I had more to think about than any twenty people usually did in an entire lifetime.

Orleans." Silently, we all took a seat at the

One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.

What are men to rocks and mountains?

Iwatch from where I sit on the craggy cliffs of Ballyhock to the waves crashing on the beach. Strong.

rises in early May at precisely 5:52 a.m., and it's rare I get to watch it. So this morning, in the small quiet interim before daybreak and our meeting, I came to the cliff's edge. I've traveled the world for my family's business, from the highest ranges of the Alps to the depths of

if you see for yourself, hear for yourself, and enter deeply enough this seeing and hearing, all things will speak with and through you.

Zen is less the study of doctrine than a set of tools for discovering what can be known when the world is looked at with open eyes.

Wrong solitude vinegars the soul, right solitude oils it.