Quotes About Contemplation

25. Jedynie uciekaj?c od ?wiata mo?na si? nim cieszy?.

Por lo tanto, tal vez sea mejor soportarlo todo con pasividad, comportarse como una simple masa, y si uno se siente arrastrado, no dejarse inducir al menor paso innecesario, contemplar a los demás con la mirada de un animal, no sentir ningún remordimiento en fin, ahogar con una sola mano el fantasma de vida que aún subsista, es decir, aumentar en lo posible la postrera calma sepulcral, y no dejar subsistir nada más.

Taking walks and observing the field mice.

Like the cogency of the air after a thunderstorm! My qualities before me and overwhelm me, though I may not put up much of a fight against them.

No es necesario que salgas de casa. Quédate en tu mesa y escucha. Ni siquiera escuches, espera solamente. Ni siquiera esperes, quédate solo y en silencio. El mundo llegará a ti para hacerse desenmascarar; no puede dejar de hacerlo, se prosternará extático a tus pies.

Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.

The Christian of the future will be a mystic or he will not exist at all.

Look at situations from all angles, and you will become more open.

Living and working for four decades in a Bologna apartment and studio he shared with his unwed sisters, Morandi painted little but bottles, boxes, jars, and vases. Yet like that of Chardin and the underappreciated William Nicholson, Morandi's work seems to slow down time and show you things you've never seen before.

An agnostic is someone who believes the nature of the Divine is unknowable... and in that sense, I'm willing to subscribe to being an agnostic.

There is absolutely no inevitability as long as there is the willingness to think.

One of the most notable traits of the Mexican's character is his willingness to contemplate horror: he is even familiar and complacent in his dealings with it.

I don't know one of my friends who is considered a conservative who has not had to go back and thoroughly think through everything. You do a lot of soul-searching - 'cause we are not going to win any popularity contests.

As you get older you play in more important games and that is when you start thinking about what will happen if you win or lose.

Win or lose, I'm up all night. I've been that way since college - I'm going over everything in my head: woulda, coulda, shoulda.

When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing - just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park?

I'm entertained more by my own thoughts than by the thoughts of others. I don't mind answering questions. But in an exchange of conversation, I wind up being a pair of ears.

When I was a boy, I'd hide under the kitchen table and wind string around the chairs. I have a sense now that I am pulling on those threads. The more I pull, the more it comes unraveled.

I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of gate-leaning while I am supposed to be gardening; instead of hoeing, I lean on the gate, stare at the vegetable beds and ponder.

The winding down of summer puts me in a heavy philosophical mood.

I'm very, very lazy. I love to sit in a chair and look out the window and do nothing.

I used to lie between cool, clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath, after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger-nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it, and talk to God.