Quotes About Contemplation

Nadie vino a verla. Así estuvo mejor. La muerte no se reparte como si fuera un bien. Nadie anda en busca de tristezas.

Y que si yo escuchaba solamente el silencio, era porque aún no estaba acostumbrado al silencio; tal vez porque mi cabeza venía llena de ruidos y de voces.

La??m çukurunun ba??na oturmuÅŸ, kurbaÄŸalar?n ç?kmas?n? bekliyorum.

Doubt is something that should be entertained privately.

Aren't our problems so small when we look at something big, like the sky?

In the wind that may travel as far as you have gone, I send this message: Out here, in a place you will not forget, a simple man has been moved to curse the rising sun and to question God's unfinished work.

Before the play begins, observe the theater.

Stare. It is the way to educate your eye, and more. Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.

Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion.

Recue na contemplação de sua visão e aumente sua fé e propósito; e por todos os meios, em tempos de dúvida e indecisão, cultive a gratidão.

Spend most of your leisure time in contemplating your vision

One evening I pulled Beauty down on my knees. I found her embittered and I cursed her.

Hast thou walked in the search of the depth?

You can't be close to the mortality of friends without being brought to think of your own.

When she tipped her head and looked upward at the glowing dark blue dome pricked with its millions of lights, bigger and brighter than stars had ever been, she felt the mountains breathe in her face their ancient, frightening cold.

He looks into his Dixie cup and looks back up as if surprised at what he found there. The future, maybe.

Henry James says somewhere that if you have to make notes on how a thing has struck you, it probably hasn't struck you. 8 Here is one thing that eventually struck me: March 19, 1938, a Saturday.

This is not a journal", he wrote, "it is not notes for a novel, not a line-a-day record of the trivia my mind dredges up. Call it an attempt to understand." (Bruce) -Wallace Stegner (The Big Rock Candy Mountain, Pg. 436)

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.

Of the Surface of Things In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four Hills and a cloud.

One must have a mind of winter.

Thought tends to collect in pools.

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.