Quotes About Contemplation

In a lifetime of empty rooms, this was another.

Level-headed and constructive to the end,' Philippa said, 'in confronting all your personal problems. And now? A trifle of hemlock?

Jerott said, as Philippa had done, "And you?" And Lymond stared at him, his brows delicately lifted. "I shall gather frankincense," he replied.

He's s o damned moral that he ought to be standing rear up under a Bo Tree.

His horse stumbled in the tussocky ground and made him realize, then, how thoughtlessly fast he was riding...how thoughtlessly fast he was thinking.

And then, at night, the lit lamp and the drawn curtain, with the flutter of the turned page and soft scrape of pen on paper the only sounds to break the silence between quarter- and quarter-chime.

his thoughts revolving silently in this squirrel-cage of mystification.

Lord, teach us to take our hearts and look them in the face, however difficult it may be." CHAPTER XVI From noise of scare-fires rest ye free, From Murders Benedicite.

the noiseless tenor of our way

I'm sorry,' said Wimsey. 'It fascinates me. I think the most joyous thing in life is to loaf round and watch another bloke doing a job of work.

the mirror of his own magnanimity.

Hold your pen and spare your voice.

I think that the direction in which a writer should look is around.

I like it better in the dusk, like this. It's sweet. Dusk is so personal, somehow.

There is almost nothing more useless than a New Mexican in a metaphysical mood.

Look, we all have something to bring to this discussion. But I think from now on the thing you should bring is silence. - Rimmer

The Archbishop cradled his right hand in his left. He hung his head in concentration. The goal was meditation, but I've never been quite sure where meditation ends and prayer begins, or where prayer ends and meditation begins. I have heard it said that prayer is when we speak to God, and meditation is when God answers.

The Universe, as has been observed before, is an unsettlingly big place, a fact which for the sake of a quiet life most people tend to ignore.

He was alone with his thoughts. They were extremely unpleasant thoughts and he would rather have had a chaperon.

High on a rocky promontory sat an Electric Monk on a bored horse.

Let us be dreamers, thinkers, speculative philosophers, or as our spouses would have it: Idiots

You'll have a national Philosopher's strike on your hands!

In the stillness, a fly would not have dared clear it's throat.

No, said Arthur, no, he added thoughtfully. No, he added again, even more thoughtfully. What? he said at last.