Quotes About Contemplation

Be still that human need. To fill the silence with words.

Observation had always meant more to me than interaction.

He wanted to stay there, at the bar, around people but not involved with them.

I loved the late-night slow burn of being out, my mind turning over some problem, some piece of data, while able to appear sociable but still existing apart.

Solitude could press down on a person, seem to demand that action be taken.

You don't know what to say. You won't know what to say for a long time. Your reply was so many years ago.

But there is a limit to thinking about even a small piece of something monumental.

What is imagining like? Like being a plant. What is imagining? It is not-perception: it is instead the quasi-percipient, slightly percipient, almost percipient, not yet percipient, after-percipient of perceptual mimesis. Like the rolled-back pale peach of the daylily Oakleigh, it is not sentience but sentience rolled back.

We find ourselves contemplating at once the compositional surface on which motion occurs and the things that move on that compositional surface because imagining motion requires us to blur the distinction between figure and ground, as when passengers sitting in a stationary train feel themselves begin to fall through space when another train passes by.

que se quedó pensativa en su puerta, mirando cómo se alejaban, en

Miró a las gentes agrupadas a su

Estaba solo, era ajeno al mundo. Sintió que siempre había estado a un lado, mirando pasar automóviles, personas, sucesos.

He panted for silence as others do for air.

Abbandonarsi ai propri pensieri per un'ora, ogni giorno, senza scopo: basta questo per rimanere qualcosa che somigli a un uomo

Met de uiterste voorzichtigheid, maandenlang mogelijkheden tegen elkaar afwegend, bijna tot in het overdrevene toe langzaam, zo streng mogelijke maatstaven aanleggend, vatte hij zijn oordeel over een letter, een woord of een hele zin pas dan samen, wanneer hij van de onaantastbaarheid ervan zeker was.

every question possessed a power that was lost in the answer . . .

Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking, loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning.

From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me.

Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning.

I could stare at this forever: swirling stars in the background and a human being, a real live human, lost in a task.

There's always a parallel story. The paths not taken go on in our heads.

A man's thoughts dye his soul, attributed to Marcus Aurelius

The believer alone will be able to hear the call. It comes from beyond ourselves, beyond our society, beyond the climate of opinion and prejudice and rebellion and skepticism in which we live, and beyond our time and taste. It draws toward the center of all things, that still place of which T.S. Eliot wrote : Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled About the centre of the silent Word.

Al águila le entusiasma sobrevolar el mundo desde las alturas, no a fin de contemplar con desprecio a la gente, sino para animarla a que mire hacia lo alto.