Quotes About Contemplation

That inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude.

Enough of science and art, Close up these barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart Thst watches and receives.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions.

I had melancholy thoughts... a strangeness in my mind, A feeling that I was not for that hour, Nor for that place.

and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

And I was taught to feel, perhaps too much, The self-sufficing power of solitude.

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

Therefore, let the moon shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty-mountain winds be free to blow against thee.

Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.

The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem. - Beclouded

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration.

Plain living and high thinking.

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in every thing. What more I have to say is short, And you must kindly take it: It is no tale; but, should you think, Perhaps a tale you'll make it.

These words were utter'd in a pensive mood,   Even while mine eyes were on that solemn sight:

By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.

Resigned to vacant musing, Unreproved neglect of all things And deliberate holiday.

My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought, As if life's business were a summer mood.

I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts, Bring sad thoughts to the mind." William Wordsworth

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

The sheer act of persistently expressing our thoughts on some subject causes us to learn more about that subject, even when no new information has been provided from without.

No idea is so outlandish that it should not be considered with a searching but at the same time a steady eye.

People might think it lonely living on my own nearly all the time, but I never found it lonely. I always had plenty to think about, and anyway maybe I'm not so good on people.

Everyone needs solitude, especially a person who is used to thinking about what she experiences. Solitude is very important in my work as a mode of inspiration, but isolation is not good in this respect. I am not writing poetry about isolation.

We should give heed to the words of the Bible until something as phosphorous rises within us