Quotes About Contemplation

It is better," says Eckhard, "to look at the wall. You look at the wall, you have your own thoughts. You look at he TV, you have the thoughts of the state.

He started his engine and turned on the windshield wipers in time to see a tall old man stepping out of the cab. He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless under a misty streetlamp's glow, staring up at a window of the house like a melancholy traveler frozen in time. As

Karras glanced at the tape of Regan's voice, and then wearily sat down at the desk, where he lit another cigarette and blew out a ragged cone of bluish-gray smoke as he thought once again of the

He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless under a misty streetlamp's glow, staring up at a window of the house like a melancholy traveler frozen in time.

Boredom, after all, is a form of criticism.

Taceant Colloquia. Effugiat Risus. Hic Locus Est Ubi Mors Gaudet Succurrere Vitae. [Let idle talk be silenced. Let laughter be banished. Here is the place where Death delights to succour Life.]

William Roberts

And now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know.

Sometimes the most intelligent thing is not to do anything, certainly nothing loaded with the imbecility of emotionality.

Make not your thoughts you prisons.

Divinely bent to meditation; And in no worldly suits would he be mov'd, To draw him from his holy exercise.

He is divinely bent on meditation.

Time's glory is to calm contending kings,To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light.

The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,Sing all a green willow;Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,Sing willow, willow, willow.

Your mind is tossing on the ocean.

Some craven scrupleOf thinking too precisely on the event.

For the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it.

Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

The green mantle of the standing pool.

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,That fools should be so deep-contemplative,And I did laugh sans intermissionAn hour by his dial.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

In the dead vast and middle of the night.

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.