Quotes About Contemplation

It is never very crowded at the front.

I've a great fancy to see my own funeral afore I die.

I want my funeral to be uncomfortably quiet.

After all is said and done, sit down.

As Tietjens saw the world, you didn't talk. Perhaps you didn't even think about how you felt.

He had a great deal to think of if he was to get the hang of – he was certainly not going to interfere with – the world and having to listen to conversations that were mostly moral apophthegms had tired him. He got too many at too short intervals.

The man looked down at his feet. Tietjens said to himself that it was Valentine Wannop doing this to him. He ought to turn the man down at once. He was pervaded by a sense of her being. It was imbecile. Yet it was so.

And it occurs to me that some way back I began a sentence that I never finished...

Ben kendimi dualar?n buyruÄŸuna sokmam hiçbir zaman. Dualar insan için yap?lm??t?r, insan dualar için deÄŸil. syf:186

alcoves, and once or twice he sat down

One marvel of a day he had walked so far that when he returned the moon was high and full and all the world was purple shadow and silver.

That's what I look at some people for. I like to know about them. I think them over afterward.

When a man looks at the stars, he grows calm and forgets small things. They answer his questions and show him that his earth is only one of the million worlds. Hold your soul still and look upward often, and you will understand their speech. Never forget the stars.

She had never seen a child who sat so still without doing anything;

She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.

The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to. She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.

It used to seem as if she had all the sky and the world to herself.

One of her favorite fancies was that on "the outside," as she called it, thoughts were waiting for people to call them.

as the train whirled him through the mountain passes and golden plains, the man who was 'coming alive' began to think in a new way and he thought long and steadily and deeply.

She herself could not have explained the reasons for her silence;

She lay and listened to the quietness.

The stillness seemed to hold her and she paused to hear and feel it.

The words 'forse che si,' 'forse che no', 'perhaps yes,' 'perhaps no,' repeat along all paths.

One habit: choosing a book and starting each day with a dedicated time of reading and gazing, becoming an apprentice to a mind I admire.