Quotes About Contemplation

I'm quite a hermit.

I wouldn't say I'm a social hermit, but pretty close to that.

My heroes don't have anything special. They have something to tell other people but they don't know how, so they talk to themselves.

I usually feel that I prefer to hide from people.

I'm going to hide - I always do on my birthday, I never celebrate birthdays.

Sometimes... I'll just stand there... in the white room... and say stuff. I'm creating high-quality content.

I run hills anytime I really have to think.

Anything big enough to occupy our minds is big enough to hang a prayer on.

I had chosen the dead rather than the living, the thing thought rather than the thing thinking.

Books are but dead bodies to you, and a library nothing but a catacomb!

he believed in God and he believed that when the human is still, the Divine speaks to it, because it is its own.

For the master believed in solitude and silence. Say rather, he believed in God. What the youth might think, feel, or judge, he could not tell; but he believed that when the Human is still, the Divine speaks to it, because it is its own.

My prayers, my God, flow from what I am not; I think thy answers make me what I am. Like weary waves thought follows upon thought, But the still depth beneath is all thine own, And there thou mov'st in paths to us unknown.

every question is a door-handle.

There is a great deal more to be got out of things than is generally got out of them, whether the thing be a chapter of the Bible or a yellow turnip, and the marvel is that those who use the most material should so often be those that show the least result in strength or character.

When you have got quite alone, sit down and be lonely…fold your hands in your lap, and be still. Do not try to think anything… by and by, it may be, you will begin to know something of nature. Nature will soon speak to you, or not until, as Henri Vaughn says, some veil be broken in you

What did you mean by speaking so about the Ash? She rose and looked out of the little window

in order to feel, it is necessary that the mind should rest upon the matter, whatever it is.

Mrs Oldcastle was silent—why, I could not tell

but i doubt if any prolonged contemplation of death is desirable for those whose business it now is to live, and whose fate it is ere long to die. It is a closing of God's hand upon us to squeeze some of the bad blood out of us, and, when it relaxes, we must live the more diligently- not to get ready for death, but to get more life.

Here I was alone, and could take my own time. In other parts of the world one always seems to be in a great hurry, tearing from one spot to the other at a gallop, but out yonder, perhaps because distances are so great, time don't seem to matter; you can jog along, breathing fresh air and enjoying the scenery and your own thoughts about women and home and hunting and booze and money and what may lie over the next hill.

It's a great thing, prayer. Nobody answers, but at least it stops you from thinking.

Even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold.

Outside, even through the shut window-pane, the world looked cold.