Quotes About Contemplation

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Stella wondered how silence could be so loud.

It is what I do now: not go, not see or touch.

but he does not want to talk about it, he wants a stillness at the end of it.

I had not remembered how deep he held himself inside himself

I sat on the air above it and looked down on its uninhabitable beauty.

Restore your attention or bring it to a new level by dramatically slowing down whatever you're doing.

I did no such thing as sit there with my mouth open, though I may as well have, since I felt as if my mind was gaping. It had simply never occurred to me to wonder what kind of person I was, what kind of person I wanted to be. I had not envisioned this as something I had any control over, just as I could not alter the round shape of my face or the dense black curl of my hair.

For the world slows and the stars falter, and all that remains is you...

She walked as if she had nothing in mind but her destination—or something beyond it—staring ahead with Mama's elongated black eyes, glossy with a kind of circumspect longing.

What's the point?" I asked even though I didn't expect an answer. He shook his head. "I don't know. Power." He took a drag on the cigarette. "To what end?

It is only when you get older that everyone makes you feel bad about being alone, or implies that spending time with other people is somehow better, because it proves you to be likeable. But being unlikeable wasn't the reason she was alone. She was alone so she could hear herself thinking. She was alone so she could hear herself living.

I love the people who exist already, and there are so many books to read, and so much silence to inhabit.

She was alone so she could hear herself thinking. She was alone so she could hear herself living.

But being unlikeable wasn't the reason she was alone. She was alone so she could hear herself thinking. She was alone so she could hear herself living.

She doesn't know why she spent so much of her life thinking about such trivial things, or looking at websites, when just outside her window there was a sky that was not trivial.

It's Sunday now for all you lonely fuckers, but for me it's always Sunday afternoon.

There are so many things you can do with your body if you can let it relax and bend to the shape of the universe,

The bath is one of the places I prefer, certainly not a place I leave readily, a place where one can close the door and remove oneself, put oneself in parentheses, as it were, from the rest of humanity. It is a place for reading and thinking, where one's mind wanders easily, where time seems temporarily suspended.

to settle into silence, to trust what was or what could be.

I looked in the mirror and stared at my reflection, until I was in the head-clearing trance that comes when you stare at something for a long time.

Why onions? Because they're cheap, last a long time, can be lit any number of ways and force me to think about what happens when the form turns away from the light.

But I still feel I waste a lot of time leaning on my elbow and thinking to myself, 'alright sucker, now what?'

That is the mission of art - to make us pause and look at a thing a second time.