Quotes About Contemplation

Later on, when they had all said "Good-by" and "Thank-you" to Christopher Robin, Pooh and Piglet walked home thoughtfully together in the golden evening, and for a long time they were silent.

Well, I'm not quite certain yet, young Mr. Fitzpatrick. I am considering the name Willow Hills. Or perhaps Maple Falls. What would you suggest?

She stands there, staring down at the floor, the soda she had just grabbed from the shelf now dangling from her hand. "Omigod

Dwelling. Miles repeated the word to himself. It was a strange word.

As he puttered about outside, he talked to himself. He was his only company, so he never thought it odd. "I really should get a dog." "Should I make chili for dinner? Or turkey soup?" "Hmm. I don't smell snow and

Going far without moving.

Poetry doesn't speak, but you listen.

There is a deep silence in the words that you can only hear when you are reading."

Thought is like the universe, few see the stars.

Poetry... It's a lot like prayer.

People meet in bars after work all over the world and talk about the great problems of life and death and the world and politics and they don't take themselves seriously. They can do nothing else except chat about these things in bars after work.

Mark my words: living alone is the ultimate exploration of inner truth. It's one thing to see yourself as a web of changing relationships: to others, to society, to material things and places. It's quite another to see simply yourself, to be your own companion, to talk to yourself and answer back honestly. Your times change because others change them for you. My changes come purely from within.

And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

Das Angenehme an meinem Grauen ist, dass sich meine Innenwelt mehr und mehr vor die Außenwelt schiebt und dass mich unter dem Eindruck dieser Verschiebung die Außenwelt immer weniger interessiert. Es durchflutet mich ein angenehmes Gefühl des Entkommenseins.

I am thinking,' he remarked quietly, 'whether I shall add to the disorder in this room, by scattering your brains about the fireplace.

Open your eyes, boy. Your eyes. Open your eyes and no more turn aside and brood.

And last are the few whose delight is in meditation and understanding; who yearn not for goods, nor for victory, but for knowledge; who leave both market and battlefield to lose themselves in the quiet clarity of secluded thought; whose will is a light rather than a fire, whose haven is not power but truth: these are the men of wisdom, who stand aside unused by the world.

Close your eyes.

We must allow for that uncertainty in our thinking.

I can best describe our state as a form of lethargy- an unwillingness to think about what had happened. So we carried on.

Of course, not all slow thinking requires that form of intense concentration and effortful computation—I did the best thinking of my life on leisurely walks with Amos.

Thank God for books and music and things I can think about.

is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." Might

The meaning of life is not something we look for, it is something we create. And by contemplating suicide, we can be fully present at our own creation.