Quotes About Contemplation

I began imagining scenes in public which some drunk would come up to me and slap me in the face. Nothing like that ever happened, but I often wonder if I would have turned the other cheek.

Sometimes I think I'm real predictable to myself and other times... you always wonder, Is this really what I wanted to do? Did I make a mistake? Should I be doing something else?

Sometimes I wonder if I'm running against Mitt Romney or Sen. Hatch.

I sometimes wonder how many of these lifetime achievement awards you can accept before you have to do the decent thing and die.

I wondered vaguely if this was when it would end, whether I would pull up tonight's darkness like a quilt and be dead and at peace evermore.

I have wondered about time all my life.

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.

I always wondered what hearing one's own obituary might sound like, and I sort of feel like I may have just heard part of it at least.

I have driven school buses, sold egg rolls and painted houses, and I have often wondered what my life would have been like if I hadn't gone into acting. Mind you, it's a great life, going around pretending you're other people and getting paid ridiculous sums of money for it.

A guy playing pool in a pub once said to me that they should put me on the telly. It went in one ear and out the other. But then I started thinking about it. I wondered how it all worked, did you have to be best mates with someone at the BBC who you went to uni with in Oxford?

I believe in empty spaces; they're the most wonderful thing.

In January 1921, I found myself wonderfully alone in an empty carriage in a rocking train in the night between Waterloo and Sherborne. Stars on each side of me; I ran from side to side of the carriage, checking the constellations.

Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.

Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.

I think I was kind of melancholy as a kid. I spent a lot of time inside my own head, a lot of time sort of staring into space wondering the hell was going on.

Census figures be damned: If you choose to be alone, you're destined to spend a certain amount of time wondering why.

I was with my dad 20 years ago as he was dying. I was there at the moment of his death, and I kept wondering the whole while what it must feel like from his point of view to still be there thinking, hearing all that was going on as people came and went, and life continued all around him.

I'm the guy who spends 15 minutes staring out of the window wondering what to have for lunch.

I don't sit around wondering, 'Why am I here? Who made the stars?' I prefer to look at the stars and benefit from them rather than concern myself with how they got there.

When I write, I tend to tap into this human wondering vibe that could come off negative, but it's really not.

Writing is the thing that pervades my whole day - I'm always wondering how I might describe something or improve my understanding. I'm constantly trying to remember an eavesdropped conversation or an idea for a story.

Don't avoid doing something wondering what its consequences may be. Give it a thought, break it down, and consider what really may happen rather than not do it at all.

I spend about half of my time wondering why I have so much in stocks and about half wondering why I have so little.

The Word we study has to be the Word we pray.