Quotes About Contemplation

As the old joke put it: It is forbidden to smoke while you are praying! But it is wonderful and meritorious to pray while you are smoking!

for Action and Contemplation puts it this way: "The best criticism of the bad is the practice of the better." I

The human art form is in uniting fruitful activity with a contemplative stance—not one or the other, but always both at the same time.

15:9). Big Truth is intended to deeply change the seer himself or herself, or it is not Big Truth—or truth at all. Some form of contemplative practice is the key to this larger seeing and this larger knowing.

Whenever God is conceived in the soul, it is always an allowing, never an accomplishment.

To keep the mind space open, you need some form of meditative practice—something much more than saying prayers. In fact, if recitation of prayers does not lead to a change in consciousness, it is actually counterproductive.

The problem with the contemplative life was that there was no end to contemplation, no fixed time limit after which thought had to be transformed into action. Contemplation was like sitting on a committee that seldom made recommendations and was ignored when it did, a committee that lacked even the authority to disband.

Perfect silence. This in response to Sully's key being turned in the ignition of the pickup.

Contemplation was like sitting on a committee that seldom made recommendations and was ignored when it did, a committee that lacked even the authority to disband.

Maybe, as the old lady had suggested, it was all that catechism, its rote insistence on subordinating one's will to God's, so many of these lessons administered by the now senile priest who was seated a few yards away and giving him the evil eye. What in the world could these old goats have been discussing, Miles wondered.

This would be especially true of overeducated people, who are capable of thinking past the immediate, of becoming obsessed by the remote.

I began to develop a firm conviction that most efforts to teach people things were wasted. All they needed was to go off some place quiet and read.

Man starts thinking this late in life, no previous experience or proper guidance

At three in the morning Main Street was so quiet that Dallas could hear the street light change from red to green a block away. There was nothing sadder and lonelier in the world, he decided, especially when you were all alone when it happened.

I began to develop a firm conviction that most efforts to teach people things were wasted. All they needed was to go off some place quiet and read. Around

there are times when life's ends are so raveled that reason and sense cry out that we stop and gather them together again before we can proceed

How could one find out about life when one was about to die?

He sat. The white cat still contemplated him with large, moist eyes.

Is it odd to picnic at one's mother's grave? To sit up on the cliff and trickle pebbles over the ledge and listen to them bounce until they disappear? To eat an apple, to feel the sun, and to remember her, she who gave so much that it will never diminish? Is it odd to live with ehr in you, to continue to share your days and thoughts with the presence of her loving spirit?

I want some time without you organic life forms.

My mother says looking is the nature of wisdom.

I mentally began composing a list of words that began with F: Frey. Father. False. Friend. Frick. Frack. And some others.

Scale of one to ten How would you rate your demise? Thanks for your input

Why not?" Mrs. Scaife said, navigating her way back to the sofa and dropping anchor ("Ouf") on the salmon damask.