Quotes About Contemplation

There ought to be a view around the world From such a mountain

There I elected to demur Beneath a low-slung juniper That like a blanket to my chin Kept some dew out and some heat in, Yet left me freely face to face All night with universal space.

People requested help with the rituals of solitude, such as meditation, prayer, and contemplation.

Rituals do not always involve words, occasions, officials, or an audience. Rituals are often silent, solitary, and self-contained. The

Why is there Something instead of Nothing?

Events in life mean nothing if you do not reflect on them in a deep way, and ideas from books are pointless if they have no application to life as you live it.

For my life, I confess to you, feels to me today somewhat narrow and circumscribed.

You see all the other fellows were so active and earnest and all that sort of thing- always rampaging, and skirmishing, and scouring the desert sands, and pacing the margin of the sea, and chasing knights all over the place, and devouring damsels, and going on generally- whereas I liked to get my meals regular and then to prop my back against a bit of rock and snooze a bit, and wake up and think of things going on and how they kept going on just the same, you know!

Poetry, which is written while no one is looking, is meant to be looked at for all time.

it was Harriet Stowe's practice to rise at 4:30 each morning to see the coming of the dawn, hear the singing of the birds, and to enjoy the over-shadowing presence of her God.

When he reached the wire gate he stopped and stood looking back toward the horse barn and the cow lots. Then he raised his head and peered up at the stars. He spoke aloud. You dumb old son of a bitch, he said. You dumb old ignorant stupid son of a bitch. Then

As the weather held that fall Louis often walked out at night past her house and looked at the light shining upstairs in her bedroom, her bedside lamp that he knew and the room with its big bed and dark wooden dresser and the bathroom located down the hall, and remembered everything about the room and the nights lying in the dark talking and the closeness of it all.

What can be quieter than standing alone in a crowd of strangers?

avoid creating bad feelings or wasting our time?" It's interesting to watch what happens when people are presented with and questions after being stuck with Fool's Choices. Their faces become reflective, their eyes open wider, and they begin to think. With surprising regularity, when people are asked: "Is it possible that there's a way to accomplish both?" they acknowledge that there very well may be.

For a long time that had seemed to her to be the key to life: Life--real life--was just a solitude waiting to be transfigured. If Phillip was with her, the solitude she needed would be shattered, and along with it whatever wondrous thing might have come her way if she had been alone.

Not that he truly wished them dead--that wasn't quite it--but more and more often, when the man considered his lifelong friends, his colleagues, even his wife and sons, he felt that their image of him had become so mildewed by habit or complicated by misunderstanding that he took comfort in the idea of their mortality: the thought that soon, very soon, they would die and he would no longer have to be the person they had concluded he was.

It was a rare thing for someone in his position to see what death was, not in the instant but in the aftermath, where all its energies were absorbed.

Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.

A life lived from the back seat, observed as it blured by. An indifferent life.

I lay there drifting, wondering, imagining...

But in my quiet moments, in those long rides in the back of a bus or the bed of a truck, my mind always circles back to…

A life lived from the backseat, observed as it blurred by. An indifferent life.

She shook the dice in her hands, seemed to reconsider.

I wonder if he's ever tasted salt water or got dizzy watching the tide pull away from his feet