Quotes About Contemplation

All these questions and many more besides only occurred to me much, much later when there was no one left to ask.

sitting cross-legged on the

Vigilando, laborando y meditando todas las cosas prosperan

Ausentes como estábamos de todo lo que nos rodeaba, en la contemplación de ese rostro apasionante, no nos dimos cuenta de que había pasado la noche, de que había llegado hasta nosotros, disfrazada con la tibieza del deseo consumado y con la luz del alba, la muerte.

EUMOLP: Sé tots els mots que amaguen la solitud de l'home, no he d'aprendre res més.

I go out alone to visit a man alone in this autumn dusk

As historical texts become rich and conceptually dense, readers may slow down not because they fail to comprehend, but because the very act of comprehension demands that they stop to TALK with their texts. In plain English, they pretend to deliberate with others by talking to themselves.

Gnostics should practice meditation for at least 4 to 6 hours per day; practicing in the morning, the afternoon and almost the whole night until dawn...

Each meditation should last hours - three, four, six hours.

The more alone I get, the louder the world becomes.

My heart is empty. But my brain - my brain is full. It races with thoughts of what could have been.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

How all becomes clear and simple when one opens an eye on the within, having of course previously exposed it to the without, in order to benefit by the contrast.

To restore silence is the role of objects.

But is it true love, in the rectum? Thats what bothers me sometimes.

At other times when not quite well he would have them in for the fun of shaking his will at them. He would in his imagination cut them all out one after another and leave his money to found almshouses, till at last he was obliged to put them back, so that he might have the pleasure of cutting them out again the next time he was in a passion.

The venerable dead are waiting in my library to entertain me and relieve me from the nonsense of surviving mortals.

I have been laid up with intentional flu.

If I look confused it's because I'm thinking.

My eyes remember oceans.

Scarcely any degree of judgment is sufficient to restrain the imagination from magnifying that on which it is long detained

The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.

The happiest part of a man's life is what he passes lying awake in bed in the morning.

He delighted to tread upon the brink of meaning.