Quotes About Contemplation

If I am ever to find these trees meaningful I must have you by the hand. As it is, they stretch dusty fingers into an obscure sky, and the snow looks up like a face dirtied with tears. Should I cry out and see what happens? There could only be a stranger wandering in this landscape, cold, unfortunate, himself frozen fast in wintry eyes.

tech companies are destroying something precious, which is the possibility of contemplation

Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves (for the time being only superficially) and is ready to release what lies deeper. When I am willfully alone, a slight ordering of my interior begins to take place and I need nothing more.

Writing is prayer.

Every word first looks around in every direction before letting itself be written down by me.

But questions that don't answer themselves at the very moment of their asking are never answered.

It isn't necessary that you leave home. Sit at your desk and listen. Don't even listen, just wait. Don't wait, be still and alone. The whole world will offer itself to you.

And I close my eyes to gaze into those depths, and am almost engulfed in you.

He looked sadly down at the street, as though it were his own bottomless sadness.

At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?

Am I to leave this world as a man who shies away from all conclusions?

Isolation is a way to know ourselves.

How many days have again gone silently by; today is 28 May. Have I not even the resolution to take this penholder, this piece of wood, in my hand every day? I really think I do not. I row, ride, swim, lie in the sun.

The amount of quiet I need does not exist in the world, from which it follows that no one ought to need so much quiet.

How lonely it is here, and how well it suits you.

I was making for that city in the south of which it was said in our village: There you'll find queer folk! Just think, they never sleep! And why not? Because they never get tired. And why not? Because they're fools. Don't fools get tired? How could fools get tired!---Children on a Country Road, Contemplation.

Every dog has, as I do, the urge to question. And I, like all dogs, have the compulsion to be silent.

All he wanted to do now was to get up quietly and undisturbed, get dressed, and, most important, eat breakfast, and only then consider what to do next, because, as he was well aware, in bed he could never think of anything through to a reasonable conclusion.

Silent, not from embarrassment or any other reason, but simply silent.

It isn't necessary that you leave home. Sit at your desk and listen. Don't even listen, just wait. Don't wait, be still and alone. The whole world will offer itself to you.

I avoid people not in order to be able to live in peace, but in order to be able to die in peace.

I asked myself at the time: how is it that she is not astonished at herself, that she keeps her mouth closed, and expresses nothing of any wonderment?

Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves and is ready to release what lies deeper.

I only realize I am kneeling because I see your feet right before my eyes