Quotes About Contemplation

Boil the words you already know down to their bones," Rex says, "and usually you find the ancients sitting there at the bottom of the pot, staring back up." Who says such things? And still Zeno steals glances: Rex's mouth, his hair, his hands; there is the same pleasure in gazing at this man as in gazing at a fire.

Don't you miss the world?" He is quiet; so is she. Both ride spirals of memory.

This, he thinks, is the pure they were always lecturing about at Schupforta.

Something other than ghosts on which his mind can fix.

Every morning he ties his shoes, packs newspaper inside his coat as insulation against the cold, and begins interrogating the world.

vitrine. Upstairs his wife runs a vacuum cleaner; he can

Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.

A single fruit fly in his wine can send a black thread twisting through his mood that lingers for days.

tapping Zeno's

It feels appropriate somehow, to have reached the edge of the continent, to have only the hammered sea left in front of him. As though this is the end point Werner has been moving toward ever since he left Zollverein.

But I am letting myself be carried away by reveries which I must now put aside, writes Aronnax. Enough of these phantasies.

Frederick blinks several times. As he often does when addressed in class, waiting for his internal life to catch up with his external one.

Algumas vezes, eu me apanho encarando o mar e me esqueço de minhas tarefas. Parace grande o suficiente para conter qualquer coisa que as pessoas possam sentir.

A veces me descubro mirándolo y me olvido completamente de mis obligaciones. Es lo bastante grande como para contener en su interior todas las cosas que un hombre puede sentir a lo largo de toda una vida.

Rozgotuj do samych koÅ›ci sÅ'owa, które ju? znasz, a zwykle na dnie garnka znajdziesz wpatrzone w ciebie oczy staro?ytnych.

Good evening, he thinks. Or heil Hitler. Everyone is choosing the latter.

Static static static static static.

Firelit rooms lined with books - these are the places in which important things happen.

Her smile was genuine-looking and later he would mull her question over and over in his head until it mushroomed into something larger.

The wheeling of the night on its silent trunnions.

Man is not only that creature that forges tools, that reasons, and that walks upright. Man is the creature that looks up. Man praises.

Again, I found myself wondering what it must be like to work there, sitting in a room with those miniature urns, a constant reminder that everything you were and everything you'd achieved would one day fit inside.

Do geese see God?

I'm aware of my audience in a way, and I do try to engage with them while I'm trying to go about my business of thinking. I believe they help me by providing a focus.