Quotes About Contemplation

Thinking's all right if you have the time for it.

I never learned maths, so I had to think

Emma's lips drew together into a thoughtful

I believe God loves those moments when we do without him.

There is no need to say anything when you pray," the dean had heard Bishop Robert say at a recent confirmation in the city. "Just take time to look at God. And let Him look at you. That's all.

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

She tried to decide whether the silence was an empty one or a waiting one.

May fell onto her back, watching the zipping stars, which tonight were covered lightly in clouds, and feeling the darkest despair.

There was a tiny hairline crack in the ceiling she used to stare at while daydreaming.

It's good in some ways, not to have a language. It makes you see things. You turn your attention, not to babbling about yourself, broadcasting each and every thought to everyone within earshot-as people do- but to observing.

While the women talked, he did what he often did in the presence of people he didn't particularly like; he began planning Martha Q's funeral.

Without books, a library was just a quiet room.

want to read

I'm either becoming Zen or more depressed, he thinks.

Sometimes I look at my own movies

A well-informed mind,' he would say, 'is the best security against the contagion of folly and of vice. The vacant mind is ever on the watch for relief, and ready to plunge into error, to escape from the languor of idleness. Store it with ideas, teach it the pleasure of thinking; and the temptations of the world without, will be counteracted by the gratifications derived from the world within.

He loved the soothing hour, when the last tints of light die away; when the stars, one by one, tremble through æther, and are reflected on the dark mirror of the waters; that hour, which, of all others, inspires the mind with pensive tenderness, and often elevates it to sublime contemplation.

I wish that all those, who on this night are not merry enough to speak before they think, may ever after be grave enough to think before they speak!

There is something in the ardour and ingenousness of youth, which is particularly pleasing to the contemplation of an old man, if his feelings have not been entirely corroded by the world.

I sit watching until dusk, hypnotized. I think of the sea as continually sloshing back and forth, repetitive, but my psyche goes with the river- always loping downhill, purposeful, listening only to gravity.

Come mi fosse nuovo, osservo tutto. Umido aroma dei pioppi. E taccio. Taccio, pronta ad esser te di nuovo, terra.

Sono giunta fin qui, oziosa, è lo stesso per me dove annoiarmi! Sopra il colle il mulino riposa. Qui puoi stare in silenzio per anni.

I defend Not my voice, but my silence

Thus I live, without singing at all. Neither sky nor earth is for me.