Quotes About Contemplation

I live a very secluded life, a very contemplative life and a very meditative one. That is my ideal life.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ast. And that in wondering bout the big things and asting bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with.

I smoke when I want to talk to God. I smoke when I want to make love. Lately I feel like me and God make love just fine anyhow.

Yo creo que estamos aquí para cavilar. Para preguntar. Y que preguntándonos por las cosas grandes encontramos respuestas para las pequeñas, casi por casualidad. Pero sobre las grandes te quedas como al principio. Y cuanto más cavilo y me pregunto, más amor siento.

Qué crees tú? Yo creo que estamos aquí para cavilar. Para preguntar. Y que, preguntándonos por las cosas grandes, encontramos respuesta para las pequeñas, casi por casualidad. Pero sobre las grandes te quedas como al principio. Y cuánto más cavilo y me preguntó, más amor siento.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ast. And that in wondering bout the big things and asting bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, the more I love.

Some realities drive us to our knees and since I was there already before my altar I unwrapped and lit the beeswax candles I acquired for you.

Y es que hace mucho tiempo que no pienso en los muchachos. Y en los hombres no he pensado nunca.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ast. And that in wondering bout the big things and asting bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love.

This life soon be over, I say. Heaven last all ways. You ought to bash Mr. _____ head open, she say. Think bout heaven later.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ast. And that in wondering bout the big things and asting bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident.

I know what I'm thinking bout, I think. Nothing. And as much of it as I can.

One does not know yet whether Christ was God or the Devil - Buddha is more reassuring.

who sought heaven under a mountain of stone, sat thinking till he realized the land of blessedness exists in the imagination -

There is a lot to be said for living an unobserved life.

To thoughtful natures, events are like depth charges: the surface is calm, but the shock spreads further.

Happiness: an agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.

MAN, n. An animal so lost in rapturous contemplation of what he thinks he is as to overlook what he indubitably ought to be. His chief occupation is extermination of other animals and his own species, which, however, multiplies with such insistent rapidity as to infest the whole habitable earth and Canada.

Man, n. An animal so lost in rapturous contemplation of what he thinks he is as to overlook what he indubitably out to be. His chief occupation is the extermination of other animals and his own species, which, however, multiplies with such insistent rapidity as to infest the whole habitable earth and Canada.

In the presence of death reason and philosophy are silent

Before undergoing a surgical operation, arrange your temporal affairs. You may live.

LIFE, n. A spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay. We live in daily apprehension of its loss; yet when lost it is not missed. The question, Is life worth living? has been much discussed; particularly by those who think it is not, many of whom have written at great length in support of their view and by careful observance of the laws of health enjoyed for long terms of years the honors of successful controversy.

REASON, v.i. To weight probabilities in the scales of desire.

He looked a moment at his unsteadfast footing, then let his gaze wander to the swirling water of the stream racing madly beneath his feet. A piece of dancing driftwood caught his attention and his eyes followed it down the current. How slowly it appeared to move! What a sluggish stream!