Quotes About Contemplation

We want people to experience art and think about it. The art reflects our time, it is about our culture.

Action and contemplation are very close companions; they live together in one house on equal terms. Martha and Mary are sisters.

He who is unable to spend a long time together in prayer, should often lift up his mind to God by short prayers.

I'm no good for anything except taking the world apart and putting it together again (and I manage the latter less and less frequently).

My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together.

How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together; that at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the daylight of Life, which they are thenceforth to rule.

The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

I like smart movies about smart people, and enjoy it when most of the facts are on the table and we can contemplate them together.

The thinker makes a great mistake when he asks after cause and effect. They both together make up the indivisible phenomenon.

We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken us a lifetime to learn...for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together...this is the great paradox.

The branches of most of the trees were bare now. He had never minded bare trees. He could see the sky through them. He had often lain along a stout branch, gazing upward, dreaming of worlds beyond the one he inhabited.

It was in idleness that one came face-to-face with the I AM. With simple, elemental Being.

She remembered—oh, she could not stop remembering.

And probably Sunday evenings too.

He chattered on with the larger group, reclining indolently on one elbow on the blanket, sucking on the end of a blade of grass, and resisting with all the power of his will the urge to jump to his feet and stride off through the trees alone. He felt rather as if he were suffocating.

She leads a rather lonely life.

But sometimes she had found time to be alone, to seek peace, to seek the remnants of herself.

It is a trial to live in such a retired corner of the country, where one rarely sees anyone worth seeing.

How can you hear your soul if everyone is talking?" He said nothing more that day, but Ha'anala spent hours considering his words. A soul, she decided, was the most real part of a person, and to discover what is real requires privacy.

Activity not rooted in prayer is mere bombast and flurry. It may raise a great deal of dust and deafen many an ear, but it will never make a dent on things eternal. Activity which takes its strength from prayer and which looks to contemplatives to fill up its measure, just as contemplatives look to God's infantry to satisfy the burning missionary drive in their own hearts, will have God Himself for its eternal monument.

Who but a drunk, I wonder looking back, could sit on the porch alone and get in an argument?)

The Old Poets Of China Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.