Quotes About Contemplation

sometimes we have to "live the question," not push for the answer.

She will pray, too, but mostly she'll try to hold on to this feeling of stillness. Whether God has spoken or has yet to speak, she's at peace.

You can confide in quiet people. They make way for one's thoughts.

question," not push for the answer.

I am not obsessing. I am just sitting here perforating this post-it with a push-pin.

What do you dare to gleam out and reflect?

Having something to say is overrated.

On increasingly warm nice days I liked to sit toward noon on the bench encircling the cherry tree and look at the bare trees, the freshly plowed fields, the green strips of winter planting, the meadows that were already sprouting, and through the fragrance which swells out of the ground with the advent of spring contemplate the mountains, gleaming with the colossal quantities of snow still on them.

Jennifer stood there, quietly ovulating.

If you've never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame.

The special virtue of freedom is not that it makes you richer and more powerful but that it gives you more time to understand what it means to be alive.

He held his grip on her arm. "What if something goes wrong? Have you thought of that? What if today is all there is?" "Today, tomorrow," she said. "A day is nothing. A day is just a match you strike after the ten thousand matches before it have gone out.

He took a pull of beer and tried to think of one thing that North Korea could give him that would make his life better.

Pójd? sam; kto w dzie? b??dzi i ?ywych nie s?yszy, Widzi w nocy, zna j?zyk grobowej zaciszy.

loneliness is the inevitable cost of looking after ourselves.

They simply put us in a place where we can begin to notice God and respond to his word to us.

It's strange how so much life can be lived without speaking

My bottom belly was gone! I'd contemplated having that thing sucked out many times, but if you've ever had a face-lift and a brow lift and felt the pain of that, it makes you pause before doing anything else too invasive.

In scrutinizing the past, we must be careful not to be overly impressed by external results that readily strike the eye, while ignoring the less visible causes of these results.

I'm in the reservation of my mind.

I felt as if I were watching myself from above, unable to comprehend the happiness of the people around me.

I can easily do without people (there are days when I could easily do without myself), and … in the country of books where I dwell, the dead can count entirely as much as the living.

Those years you never looked at any of us. Staring into your own eyelids. Like you saw a light there. Can you see me now?

Who neither touched nor spoke? whose nape, whose finger-ends nervelessly lied the hours away?