Quotes About Contemplation

Morning, guys!! Today, I wandered a bit from the path of life...

silence is the most intolerable of answers.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

How come you're staring at your drink?

What is going on now?" What is your body saying? Then

Then accept it and think of something that would make you curious. For example

If this happens, then the listeners' ears will shut off and they might start daydreaming about

What is contemplation? Says Aquinas: "Contemplation regards the simple act of gazing on truth.

Having learned to integrate her readings thoroughly into her own thinking and with years of contemplative study, she creates her own theology. She learns to trust her own experience

The way we consume information leads us to think less and less about more and more. We spend much of our time fixated on secondary questions (usually related to controversial and sensational issues) and very little time exploring the primary questions about our brief stay here on earth.

All the semantic elements share a distinguishing feature: They don't really do anything.

I've been thinking about your Father a lot lately, and I've realized something. I married Gary specifically for the fact that he wasn't Curtis. If your Father has an opposite, it's Gary. I just need to decide if I want to spend the rest of my life with someone I married by default.

Wisdom speaks with a silent tongue.

Joe Willard turned from his study of the trees beyond the window and raised his hand. 'Yes, Joe?' Mr. Gaston said, changing his tone. 'It is my opinion sir, that apple blossoms are pink.' Mr. Gaston was silent, stunned. 'Pinkish, rather.' Joe continued. 'I think Betsy's word 'rosy' is excellent. They're colored just enough to make the effect rosy.' The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance.

It's not that I don't like people. It's just that when I'm in the company of others - even my nearest and dearest - there always comes a moment when I'd rather be reading a book.

The sounds of silence are a dim recollection now, like mystery, privacy and paying attention to one thing — or one person — at a time.

She looks like a jumper to me. Jumpers do that a lot, stand on the edge and stare out. Never kill yourself in a Tube station. Tip number one. You might end up down here forever, staring at the wall. Stephen coughed a little. Just giving advice, Callum said.

With a drowning kind of quiet

He did not think of the ten years: What remained of them tonight was only a feeling which he could not name, except that it was quiet and solemn. The feeling was a sum, and he did not have to count again the parts that had gone to make it.

She stopped for the duration of a glance around her, as if to recapture the place, but there was no recognition of persons in her eyes, the glance merely swept through the room, as if making a swift inventory of physical objects.

People turned to look at Howard Roark as he passed. Some remained staring after him with sudden resentment. They could give no reason for it: it was an instinct his presence awakened in most people. Howard Roark saw no one. For him, the streets were empty. He could have walked there naked without concern.

I think its agreeable to look back occasionally as one's perspective widens and one grows richer spiritually with the years

Now he was contemplating, impersonally and for the first time, the real heart of terror: being delivered to destruction with one's hands tied behind one's back.