Quotes About Contemplation

It's dusk, dearest. (In passing, isn't 'dusk' a lovely word? I like it better than twilight. It sounds so velvety and shadowy and—and—dusky.) In daylight I belong to the world; in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself—and you. — L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars (Oxford City Press, 2012)(via luthienne)

She dropped miserably on the first chair she came to and sat there staring through the oriel, oblivious of Good Luck's frantic purrs of joy and Banjo's savage glares of protest at her occupancy of his chair.

Stop a bit and think it over. There do be some knots mighty aisy to tie but the untying is a cat of a different brade.

If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep, woods, and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just FEEL a prayer.

If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep woods, and I'd look up into the sky - up - up - up - into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel the prayer.

Still Anne said nothing, several times over.

Trees aren't much company, though dear knows if they were there'd be enough of them.

Perhaps she thought all the more and dreamed as much as ever, but she certainly talked less.

John Meredith paced up and down the parlour for a few minutes; then he went back to his study and sat down. But he did not return to his German theology.

Anlayaca??n?z, gün bat?m?nda zaman buradakinden çok daha uzun.

EÄŸer gerçekten dua etmek isteseydim ne yapaca??m? size söyleyeyim. Kocaman, ?ss?z bir tarlaya veya orman?n derinliklerine gider, ba??m? kald?r?p sonu yokmuÅŸ gibi görünen o muhteÅŸem mavilikteki gökyüzünün taa içine bakard?m. O zaman duay? gerçekten hissederdim.

It was a pleasure to wonder what her elbows must be like.

Marilla, Bay Harrison'?n akçaaÄŸaç korusunun üzerindeki ÅŸu büyük y?ld?zlara bak. Etraf?ndaki gümüÅŸsü gökyüzünü kutsal bir sessizlik kaplam?? gibi. Bu bana sanki bir duaym?? gibi geliyor. Sonuçta y?ld?zlar? ve böyle bir gökyüzünü görebilen bir insan, küçük hayal k?r?kl?klar?yla kazalar? o kadar fazla dert etmez, deÄŸil mi?

In these ten minutes Rilla passed through a dizzying succession of anger, laughter, contempt, depression and inspiration. Oh, people were—funny! How little they understood.

if I wasn't ME who'd I be?

Sometimes I wonder whether religion has been a curse or blessing to the world. It has much that is beautiful in it but it seems also to have caused hideous suffering

Ellen went on shelling peas for a few minutes. Then she suddenly put her hands up to her own face. There were tears in her black-browed eyes. I—I

You have the whole world at your doorstep here, said John Meredith, with a long breath. What a view—what an outlook! At times I feel stifled down there in the Glen. You can breathe up here.

She lifted her head and stepped lightly along, her eyes fixed on the sunset sky and an air of subdued exhilaration about her.

Occasionally she looked at Anne, seemed on the point of saying something, then shook her head and buttoned up her mouth.

Perhaps memory is not merely the preservation of a moment in the mind, but the process of repeatedly returning to it, carefully breaking it up in parts and assembling them again until we can make sense of what we remember.

Lamar Underwood

There isn't a thought in my head I care to be alone with for more than five minutes.

He liked to get off by himself, a mile or so from camp, and listen to the country, not the men.