Quotes About Contemplation

although, of course, you couldn't be sure—it might be that cloistered women praying night and day was the only thing that was preventing some cataclysmal disaster—a meteor or global nuclear meltdown.

feeling that always came with the rain and the dark. She'd just

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves.

The stillest hour of the night had come, the hour before dawn, when the world seems to hold its breath. The moon hung low, and had turned from silver to copper in the sleeping sky.

She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.

Or else she stayed in and nursed a mood with which she was becoming too familiar for her own comfort and peace of mind. It was not despair; but it seemed to her as if life were passing by, leaving its promise broken and unfulfilled.

Sometimes I feel this summer as if I were walking through the green meadow again, idly, aimlessly, unthinking and unguided.

She says queer things sometimes in a bantering way that you don't notice at the time and you find yourself thinking about afterward.

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude ; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

Glasul m?rii este seduc?tor; f?r? s? se opreasc? vreodat?, È™uÈ™otind, protestând, murmurând, invitând sufletul s? r?t?ceasc? un r?stimp în abisul singur?t??ii, s? se piard? în labirintul contempl?rii de sine. Glasul m?rii vorbeÈ™te sufletului nostru. Mângâierea m?rii este senzual?, înv?luind trupul în îmbr??iÈ™area ei dulce È™i intim?.

He] had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.

Sometimes he reminded me of a turtle hiding inside its shell, in there thinking about things and not ever sticking his head out into the world.

leave you alone.

He thought about the stars. He remembered what they looked like from his bedroom window. What made them shine so brightly, he wondered, and were they still shining somewhere even though he could not see them? Never in my life, he thought, have I been farther away from the stars than I am now.

The three of them walked through the woods in silence. Sistine and Rob chewed Eight Ball gum

Leo Matienne had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.

The more I think about it, the more terrified I am.

The most profound and difficult questions that could possibly be posed by the human mind or heart will be answered within for the price of one florit.

I want to stay here and think about the secret door.' 'You can think about it on the way. That's the beautiful thing about the secret door. You can open it anywhere, any time.' In later years, the court ladies often laughed behind their fans at the Dauphin, saying cruelly that he could spend a whole day tapping his cane against his foot and staring into space. I knew, though, that he was building castles in the air.

Wherever you go, the most of life will have to happen in your mind.

Then Jess gave himself over to the numbness that was buzzing to be let out from a corner of his brain.

The ordinary activities I find most compatible with contemplation are walking, baking bread, and doing laundry.

Smoking helped me think and calmed my nerves, which I had in excess.