Quotes About Contemplation

When you are sorrowful, look again.

Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted... but to weigh and consider.

A college education should equip one to entertain three things: a friend, an idea and oneself.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

Self-love is the first teacher of self-renunciation.

One can think effectively only when one is willing to endure suspense and to undergo the trouble of searching.

I was drawn to be very solitary as a scholar. I lived a very quiet life, aloof, with my books, with my walks in nature, meditating, and of course with my teacher.

The inner cry is a very good way to meditate. As you're sitting there in meditation, just cry inwardly to God, to that source, to your spiritual teacher or to a particular god or goddess.

I've been thinking," he said. "Which is not an easy thing for a teacher to admit to.

We could talk about totally different things. Like the seasons of the year, for example, or even the star-filled sky of these summer nights: I'm interested in stars and nebulas. Maybe you are, too?

all the things we think are important really aren't, and he had no time to think about the things that really are. His whole life was going by and he had never contemplated the big, simple truths: loneliness and longing, desire and death.

Contending with fanaticism does not mean destroying all fanatics, but rather cautiously handling the little fanatic who hides, more or less, inside each of our souls. It also means ridiculing, just a little, our own convictions; being curious; and trying to take a peek, from time to time, not only through our neighbor's window but, more important, at the reality viewed from that window, which will necessarily be different from the one seen through our own.

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You might even say I loved my punishment of solitary confinement. Whoever doesn't need other human beings, Father quoted Aristotle, must be a god or an animal. For hours on end, I enjoyed being both. I didn't mind.

Here is what you do. You ease yourself into a tub of water, you ease yourself down. You lie back and wait for the ripples to smooth away. Then you take a deep breath, and slide your head under, and listen for the playfulness of your heart.

while the world worlds up at us."   I

I play back everything that has happened to me before this. I want to ask Big Guy if he is doing this, too. I want him to know what it clearly seems to me: that if it's true your life flashes past your eyes before you die, then it is also the truth that your life rushes forth when you are ready to start to truly be alive?

You want to be choosy about what you let into your soul when you are likely not long for this world.

I like the cursor blinking, the coffee drinking, the sitting thinking.

That is the problem with modern ink from a bottle. You do not have to think. You simply write what is swimming on the top of your brain. And the top is nothing but pond scum, dead leaves, and mosquito spawn. But when you push an inkstick along an inkstone, you take the first step to cleansing your mind and your heart. You push and you ask yourself, What are my intentions? What is in my heart that matches my mind? I

Una persona ha de reflexionar sobre el origen de las cosas. Cada comienzo conduce a un fin determinado.

Death was not necessarily a portal to the blank bliss of absolute nothingness. It was a deep dive into the unknown.

And silence. She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, senses, the instincts, are more alert, more powerful, more sensitized, live a more richly perfumed and intoxication life, instead of transmuting into thoughts, words, into exquisite abstractions, mathematics of emotion in place of violent impact, the volcanic eruptions of fever, lust and delight.

When I am happy it is so rare. I need to dwell on it, to contemplate it. What a hunger, a craving for beautiful things.