Quotes About Contemplation

Weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.

Contemplation, as it has come to be understood in the Christian tradition, is a return to the paradisiacal state of union with God, which brings to fulfillment the redemptive act of Christ. It is the beginning of a level of consciousness, beyond ordinary consciousness, in which one begins to experience the reality of new life, of risen life. It is an experience of union with God and a realization of our oneness with our brothers and sisters.

Most mornings I get away, slip out the door before light, set forth on the dim, gray road, letting my feet find a cadence that softly carries me on. Nobody is up—all alone my journey begins. Some

Above, air sighs the pines. It was this way when Rome was clanging, when Troy was being built, when campfires lighted caves. The white butterflies dance by the thousands in the still sunshine. Suddenly, anything could happen to you. Your soul pulls toward the canyon.

How deeply one felt when alone.

Abel also kept busy taking it easy. Only when taking it easy, he'd learned, could one properly do one's wondering.

To sit alone with my conscience will be judgment enough for me.

Reading — the best state yet to keep absolute loneliness at bay.

Never give reasons for what you think or do until you must. Maybe after a while, a better reason will pop into your head.

Religion is what you do with your solitude.

Your religion is what you do with your solitude.

Norwegian theologian O. Hallesby is "to loosen to some degree the ties which bind us to the world or material surroundings as a whole in order that we may concentrate all our spiritual powers upon the unseen and eternal things."The

People run away to be alone,' he said. Some people had to be alone.

Jiddu Krishnamurti: "To observe without evaluating is the highest form of intelligence.

This perpetual hurry of business and company ruins me in soul if not in body. More solitude and earlier hours!

In the calmness of the morning before the mind is heated and weary by the turmoil of the day, you have a season of unusual importance for communing with God and with yourself.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

Strongest mindsAre often those of whom the noisy worldHears least.

Nor less I deem that there are PowersWhich of themselves our minds impress;That we can feed this mind of oursIn a wise passiveness.

Where the statue stoodOf Newton with his prism and silent face,The marble index of a mind foreverVoyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky; I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie Sleepless!

But hushed be every thought that springsFrom out the bitterness of things.

The harvest of a quiet eye.