Quotes About Contemplation

Another week passes into grey oblivion. You're a slow dream, an autumn freeze, a ship on the doldrums. Thoughts come slow and ponderous, like deep sea fish floating heavy and memory-bound to the surface; coelacanth reborn.

What could she do? Nothing. Nor did she want to. There was a choice in not making a choice. She released the sphere, let it hover there in the air.

And me still not seeing, and the brightness coiled within me assumed an almost hushed quality, as if we were in a cathedral.

Should she somehow think that what came next

Now he wondered why he'd bothered. He disliked having such thoughts because he wasn't above it all—he was in it—but they were hard to suppress.

Take Time To Think

I find I don't learn a lot while I'm talking

Spare a thought for the poor introverts among us. In a world of party animals and glad-handers, they're the ones who stand by the punch bowl. In a world of mixers and pub crawls, they prefer to stay home with a book. Everywhere around them, cell phones ring and e-mails chime and they just want a little quiet.

Jeffrey N. Gingold

And just stared, unmoved, as though watching a world in which she was no longer an inhabitant.

As she as she

The silence was so loud

that. What do you think of __________? I hadn't thought of it in that way. Thank you for that angle. Let me think about that a bit before I respond. Thanks for your transparency.

A wise man once said nothing.

i've found that letting something stay broken for a little while helps me understand it.

Should you ever decide, in those small dark hours, to hang yourself, well, that is your choice. But don't hunt for the rope until morning. By then you'll find a much better use for it.

I lift my face to the night sky. It's still dark. But I can see the stars.

I stood there in a trance, the bucket at my feet, listening as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.

Sometimes I imagine myself looking back on right now and I think like where will I be standing when I look back Will right now look like the beginning of a great life or... or what

some mornings... I sit at the kitchen table shaking salt into the hairs on my arm, and a feeling shoves up in me: it's finished. Everything went past without me.

and it's all kind of moving and sweet except that you're not completely there—a part of you is a few feet away, or above, thinking

This vision tumbled over Phoebe with the force of revelation: she would stand somewhere and look back, she would live a life.

I wider that all the time - what will happen next" Kitty says. "sometimes, I imagine myself looking back on right now and I think, like, where will I be standing when I look back? Will right now look like the beginning of a great life or... Or what?

NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout