Quotes About Contemplation

Tom drifting into an unremarkable and for the most part internal existence.

Another small mystery to muse over, if you like, or just forget, which I recommend.

I climbed aboard and took it in my hand, not realizing that I would keep it and view it several thousand times over the years. I would watch the places where we intersect, and marvel at what the girl saw and how she survived. That is the best I can do- watch it fall into line with everything else I spectated during that time.

She kept watching the words.

Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and gray - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes. On those nights, she would stay a little longer and wait. Hello, stars.

She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.

I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.

Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

Maybe one morning I'll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.

I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.

My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful.

What I like best is walking with my hands in my pockets, having the Doorman next to me, and imagining that Audrey's on my other side. I always picture us from behind.

I kept walking. Have you ever done that? Just walk. Just walk and have no idea where you're going? It wasn't a good feeling, but not a bad one either. I felt caged and free at the same time, like it was only myself that wouldn't allow me to feel either great or miserable.

He switched off the light, came back and sat in the chair. In the darkness, Liesel kept her eyes open. She was watching the words.

Don't think, I told myself. Think nothingness. But even nothingness was something. It was a thought.

Un asiento, dos hombres, una breve discusión y yo. A veces me mata ver cómo muere la gente.

There was also an acknowledgment that there was great beauty in what she was currently witnessing, and she chose not to disturb it.

Clay - who was the quiet one, or the smiler - only turned, one last time, and stared across the sunlit district of statues, crosses, and gravestones. They looked like runners-up trophies. Every last one.

Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destrucción a pequeña escala.

She was one of the few souls that made me wonder what it was to live.

MEET A PRIEST DAY

The moon was undone now, free to move and rise and fall and drip on the boy's face, making him nice and murky, like his thoughts.

Üzerinde bu kadar düÅŸünmen gerekirse, yapmaya deÄŸmez zaten.