Quotes About Contemplation

Maybe we'll admit this thing we have is perfect, not worth messing around with. And stay together forever. If you're interested, that is." She glanced away. "I could think about that." He buried his face in her neck. "Think fast

Paul went to his room, gathered clean clothes and headed down the hall to the shower. He made it quick, but clean. He shaved. Then he thought, I am shaving—why? To be smooth cheeked when I pass out?

there's a lot of

She remained standing in the empty gallery long after Jack had been

Maybe she should start smoking.

Lisa Scottoline

Tea reminds us to slow down and escape the pressures of modern life," he says

Poetry is on earth to make you serene, not corrupt your mind, thoughts,or emotions

All the time, I looked out our lattice window. I watched the birds fly by. I followed the clouds on their travels. I studied the moon as it grew larger, then shrank. So much happened outside my window that I almost forgot what was happening inside that room.

of thought—months, alone, of thought.

leerla, cerré los ojos y pensé: «Qué triste está Hermana

There's much more. There's all that goes beyond—all that is Elsewhere—and all that goes back, and back, and back. I received all of those, when I was selected. And here in this room, all alone, I re-experience them again and again. It is how wisdom comes. And how we shape our future." He rested for a moment, breathing deeply. "I am so weighted with them," he said.

there would be no way for anyone to get caught in the act of wondering

They sat silently for a moment.

Ellen was motionless on the sidewalk

There's much more. There's all that goes beyond—all that is Elsewhere—and all that goes back, and back, and back. I received all of those, when I was selected. And here in this room, all alone, I re-experience them again and again. It is how wisdom comes. And how we shape our future.

The noise level subsided, as if people were distracted with

He laughed a little, but the laughter was not lighthearted. His thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, and his eyes were very troubled.

Making lists of reasons was sometimes a good way to figure things out.

It was a question she did not want to be asked. When she asked it of herself, she didn't like her own answer.

A stunning first impression was not the same thing as love at first sight. But surely it was an invitation to consider the matter.

As the week wore on, Ivan contemplated the merits of inertia as a problem-solving technique with growing favor.

And . . . do you have any supporting evidence for your explanation of yourself? Certainly. Miles stared thoughtfully into the air, as if about to pull his words from the thinnest part.

The woman is so full of silences, they spill over.