Quotes About Contemplation

Most photographers work best alone, myself included.

Perhaps thought really is prayer.

Abigail, meanwhile, brooded in the backseat. Finally she announced, "None of this makes sense.

Odd, how in the afterglow of someone else's life, your own looks so much brighter.

Mendieta contempló su cara, luego la pistola. Fiel a Pietro Beretta, masculló, no somos más que una pinche raza de sentimentales.

I have come to the conclusion that silence and time are the most precious commodities.

He walked until his heart was as dreary as the sky, until some sort of truth came to him.

Toward evening, Harriet found herself thinking the oddest thoughts: that twilight is not really dark. It's gray. The sun gone, the world turns gray, without emotion, without color. It seemed a fitting time for a little girl to slip free of all this pain, to let go.

Just at the moment, her life seemed oddly thin

Don't start me talking I could talk all night My mind goes sleepwalking While I'm putting the world to right.

Before you speak or act, first and foremost try to chew the cud within you i.e. think and have a rethink reflectively before you talk or act. I mean, do consider and reconsider whatever you intend to do or say before daring to talk or act in any matter or case. For, doing just that is probable to positively influence your speech or action.

Tell me how you want to die, and I'll tell you who you are.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.

Cât? via?? ai pus în gânduri, atâta moarte este în tine.

The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.

Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught. Both theses are equally well-founded, hence equally true, as each of us can discover for himself in the space of an hour, sometimes of a minute. …

I was walking late one night along a tree-lined path; a chestnut fell at my feet. The noise it made as it burst, the resonance it provoked in me, and an upheaval out of all proportion to this insignificant event thrust me into miracle, into the rapture of the definitive, as if there were no more questions—only answers. I was drunk on a thousand unexpected discoveries, none of which I could make use of. … This is how I nearly reached the Supreme. But instead I went on with my walk.

In the days when I set off on month-long bicycle trips across France, my greatest pleasure was to stop in country cemeteries, to stretch out between two graves, and to smoke for hours on end. I think of those days as the most active period of my life.

Marea e duhovnicul meu.?- ce mult îmi place aceast? fraz? a Elisabetei de Austria!

Only superficial minds approach an idea with delicacy.

Unlike Job, I have not cursed the day I was born; all the other days, on the contrary, I have covered with my anathemas. …

The dead center of existence: when it is all the same to you whether you read a newspaper article or think about God.

A book should open old wounds, even inflict new ones. A book should be a danger.

vremea când o porneam cu bicicleta, luni în È™ir, prin FranÈ›a, cea mai mare pl?cere a mea era s? m? opresc în cimitire de È›ar?, s? m? întind între dou? morminte È™i s? fumez aÈ™a ore întregi. M? gândesc la asta ca la perioada cea mai activ? din viaÈ›a mea.