Quotes About Contemplation

I abandoned the crate and curled up on the floor. There was no risking a hotel now, not on the last night. There would be no electric blanket, no champagne, no room service. What a world. It was the same world that would end tomorrow night.

Information, contemplated over time, is knowledge.

Climb up on some hill at sunrise. Everybody needs perspective once in a while, and you'll find it there.

How can we hope, after all, to see a tree or rock or clear north sky if we do not adopt a little of their mode of life, a little of their time? ...if the time it takes to cross space is a way by which we define it, then to arrive at a view of space "in no time" is to have denied its reality...

when i wake up mornings alone it is more disturbing, when i imagine it could be the living things, that are going out of my life.

i go deeper into my head

Though it may not be a suitable comment for even this confidential record, I thought, by no means for the first time in such surroundings, what an odd way it was for people of opposite sexes to spend the evening, when, after all, there was nothing ahead that any of us could be sure of but infirmity, illness, and death.

One had to dispel practicality. Then something else could be heard – if one was lucky, if the sun was shining, if the paths were well made, if one wore the right garments: and if one made no attempt at definition or popularisation.

Thus reinforced, they spent the noonday hours spinning dreams like cobwebs, and dodging demands like nets.

Watching gardeners label their plants I vow with all beings to practice the old horticulture and let plants identify me.

Once one thinks like a mountain, the whole world is converted. All things confirm me. Then I sit on dojo cushions that do not move. There is no controller and no one to control.

he finds himself stuck beside a road that only others will travel.

Once we can directly experience something without the contamination of judgment or evaluation, our reflections on that experience are much richer and more meaningful.

Halfway through my steak I caught sight of myself in the mirror behind the bar. I looked like someone who ought to eat alone. I didn't look in the mirror again.

The Soul's Upward Yearning by Fr. Robert Spitzer, the intergalactically smart Jesuit who once served as president of Gonzaga University and who now directs the Magis Center on matters of faith, reason, and science,

Never act until you have clearly answered the question: "What happens if I do nothing?"

If you keep rephrasing the question, it gradually becomes the answer.

Sometimes I sit up late with my thoughts, reluctant to fall asleep and leave my thoughts alone by themselves.

I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day.

Take no revenge that you have not pondered beneath a starry sky, or on a canyon overlook, or to the lapping of waves and the mewing of a distant gull.

Most often, walking alone with my shadow is how I find my answer, the result of gathering together all agreeable parties.

I am not certain of the hereafter. Frankly, I'm not all that certain of the here.

A wise saying is something you keep picking up off the floor in front of your fridge.

What a blessing it is to be alone with your thoughts when so many are alone with their inability to think.