Quotes About Contemplation

For me to praise is interrupting praise.

My whole teaching consists of two words, meditation and love.

Love winter when the plant says nothing.

I love the hour in makeup. It gives you time to think and have a cup of coffee. It's my favorite part of the day.

Maureen Reynolds

I lean over you, your equal, offering you a mirror for your perfect nothingness, for your shadows which are neither light nor absence of light, for this void which contemplates. To all that which you are, and, for our language, are not, I add a consciousness. I make you experience your supreme identity as a relationship, I name you and define you. You become a delicious passivity.

Stories are not chapters of novels. They should not be read one after another, as if they were meant to follow along. Read one. Shut the book. Read something else. Come back later. Stories can wait.

He sat gazing into the past.

There he adjusted his hat with care, and regarded himself very seriously, very sternly, from various angles, like a man invited to paint his own portrait for the Uffizi.

A man who doesn't reel on receipt of his death-warrant may yet break down when he has had time to think it over.

He stared blankly out of the window, at the greyness and blackness of the sky. What a day! What a climate! Why did any sane person live in England? He felt positively suicidal.

Moreover, he was loth to be thus disturbed in his sombre reverie.

You may ask yourself, Well, how did I get here?

I've gotta think before I act

Go into the woods to lose sight and memory of the crimes of your contemporaries. —JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAU

nudity is wiser than the philosopher's teachings

I stand still so as not to hear steps in my apartment, steps that are after all only my own. The whole thing isn't tragic, merely tiresome. You can't wish yourself good night . . . Is that a reason for marrying?

ein guter Abend, mehr als Zeitvertreib. Wenn jeder auf ein paar Gedanken kommt, die er nicht schon gehabt und früher ausgesprochen hat, dank der Gegenwart des andern.

I have often regretted my speech, but never my silence

Celebrate. Ask. Leave. Meditate. C.A.L.M.

For hours she lay on the ground, alternately body and space. Sometimes a vision of normal comfort obliterated reality:

The work of preservation demands that the feelings playing about in one's guts not be turned into action.

The day was a great eye, and it was not paying much attention to me now.

Most people have to talk so they won't hear.