Quotes About Contemplation

Expectant waiting is the foundation of the spiritual life.

Taking life seriously requires taking death seriously.

Any life will provide the material for writing, if it is attended to.

If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral.

Nothing is more dreadful in life than the profound thought that death may only greet you with eternal nothingness.

Cultivating quietness is a missing discipline today...the quietness needed to nurture an inner life hid in Christ.

Thinking about death... clarifies your life!

I can't think of anything I'd rather do less than have to continuously share details of my everyday life.

About once a week I think about going and living in a cave and meditating instead. I think that would be a more peaceful life, where my spiritual journey was not interrupted by egomania so regularly.

Humor may be defined as the kindly contemplation of the incongruities of life, and the artistic expression thereof.

He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee.

My first thought when jumping out of bed in the middle of the night was going to throw myself into the sea from the cliff top.

I've been going for walks.  Shore of the sea, accompanied by the most somber thoughts. And if I throw myself from the top of a cliff?

There are moments when the inner life actually 'pays,' when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use.

Loneliness is a strange gift.

Some days you must learn a great deal. But you should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up and touch everything. If you never let that happen, then you just accumulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you.

He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. I could have looked at him forever.

He had that hungry mind, constantly turning things over, looking not for answers but for understanding.

We tossed stones into the water. We just existed.

He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. All that was there, in the lids of his brown eyes, his smooth skin, his lower lip pushed out. There was coiled energy inside.

At least, these guys were looking. And seeing something. A milkshake.

I don't want to forget I'm trying to remember.

Yeah." Gat was silent for a moment. "Do you believe in God?" "Halfway." I tried to think about it seriously. I knew Gat wouldn't settle for a flippant answer. "When things are bad, I'll pray or imagine someone watching over me, listening. Like the first few days after my dad left, I thought about God. For protection. But the rest of the time, I'm trudging along in my everyday life. It's not even slightly spiritual.

The fairies came to christening parties and gave the babies magical gifts. Bounce, effort, and snark. Contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. Sugar, curiosity, and rain. And yet, there was a witch. There's always a witch.