Quotes About Contemplation

Për njeriun e zakonshëm me ndie domethanë me jetue, e me mendue domethanë me dijtë me jetue. Për mue, me mendue asht me jetue, e me ndie s'asht veçse ushqimi i të menduemit.

We're well aware that every creative work is imperfect and that our most dubious aesthetic contemplation will be the one whose object is what we write. But everything is imperfect. There's no sunset so lovely it couldn't be yet lovelier, no gentle breeze bringing us sleep that couldn't bring yet sounder sleep.

And, along with all the other great unfortunates, I've always believed it better to think than to live.

Que mãos estenderei para que universo? O universo não é meu: sou eu.

Recordemo-nos sempre de que sonhar é procurarmo-nos.

Nothing needs to be done On the eve of never departing.

I read as one who's passing through. And it's in classical writers, in the calm-spirited, in those who if they suffer don't mention it, that I feel like a holy transient, an anointed pilgrim, a contemplator for no reason of a world with no purpose, Prince of the Great Exile, who as he was leaving gave the last beggar the ultimate alms of his desolation.

O que há em mim é sobretudo cansaço —Não disto nem daquilo. Nem sequer de tudo ou de nada. Cansaço assim mesmo, ele mesmo. Cansaço.

Other people are no more for us than scenery, generally the invisible scenery of a street we know by heart.

Some days are like whole philosophies in themselves that suggest to us new interpretations of life, marginal notes full of the acutest criticism in the book of our universal destiny.

It requires prodigious intelligence to be reduced to anguish by a day of lowering skies.

No nos gustan los espectáculos. Despreciamos a actores y danzarines. Todo espectáculo es la imitación degradada de lo que habría solamente que soñar.

Privirea mea albastr? ca bolta cerului E calm? ca apele însorite. Chiar aÈ™a este, albastr? È™i calm?, Cum nici nu întreab? È™i nici nu se mir?... Dac? eu m-aÈ™ întreba È™i m-aÈ™ minuna Nu s-ar mai ivi pe câmpuri flori noi ?i nici nu s-ar schimba ceva în soare ca s? devin? astfel È™i mai mândru.

Saber interponerse constantemente entre uno mismo y las cosas es el grado más alto de sabiduría y prudencia.

There's metaphysics enough in not thinking about anything.

Appena uscito da un'infanzia vagamente triste e diversa, una volta, nel contemplare da un colle la linea maestosa dei monti che azzurrina, in profili, scompariva all'orizzonte, nel contemplare i campi, mi parve all'improvviso che tutto scomparisse, prendendo [...] e che un abisso invisibile, una cosa che non somigliava all'esistenza occupasse - non lo spazio, ma il modo in cui io pensavo il visibile.

Que farei eu com esta espada?

If men knew how to meditate on the mystery of life, if they knew how to feel the thousand complexities which spy on the soul in every single detail of action, they would never act – they wouldn't even live. They would kill themselves from fright, like those who commit suicide to avoid being guillotined the next day.

Një njeri, në zotëroftë dijen e vërtetë mund ta shijojë krejt spektaklin e botës ulun mbi një karrige, pa ditë me lexue, pa folë me askënd, veç me anë të përdorimit të shqisave dhe faktit që shpirti të mos dijë me qenë i trishtë.

I lift my eyes and look at the stars, which make no sense at all.

It worries me I may tell you. I sit at home every night thinking about it and smoking endless cigarettes. If you call at my place any night after seven I will show you one of them. Quite circular. Like a hoop.

He had a look of composed dissatisfaction, as if he understood life thoroughly.

Parker sat for a long time on the ground in the alley behind the pool hall, examining his soul. He saw it as a spider web of facts and lies that was not at all important to him but which appeared to be necessary in spite of his opinion.

Woman! do you ever look inside? Do you ever look inside and see what you are not? God!