Quotes About Contemplation

It is when we are faced with death that we turn most bookish.

Bezv?t?í m? zneklid?ovalo, kdo takhle ml?í, n?co chystá.

In greeting each morning remind yourself of Dadirri by blessing yourself with the following; "Let tiny drops of stillness fall gently through my day".

When you read a good book, you don't escape from life, you plunge deeper into it" —

In the same way that a word repeated over and over begins to sound bizarre, so an object scrutinized with such attention will start to shed its everyday invisibility. So pepper grinders become armless women who scream when their heads are twisted and rain bitterness, a cheese-grater becomes a steel wall of tears, or a light bulb the lost eye of a Cyclops. The

Yo, fatalista, mirando la vida llegándose y alejándose de mis semejantes. Yo, dentro de mí misma, siempre en espera de algo que no acierta mi mente. Me, fatalist, watching life coming and going from my contemporaries. Me, inside myself, always waiting for something that my mind can't define. ("Momentos/Moments")

I, too, seem to be a connoisseur of rain, but it does not fill me with joy; it allows me to steep myself in a solitude I nurse like a vice I've refused to vanquish.

recuerdo de Jesús. Luego entraron en la

He wasn't sure how he ought to feel about this. On the other hand . . . boiled meat!

I won't offer you a penny for your thoughts, since I know they can't possibly be worth that much, but what are you thinking about?

He just wanted to see it. From afar. To see what might have been, what he was glad hadn't been. But maybe should have been.

No one ever told you that when you became a parent, how much fun it was to watch them do the quietest things. Sleeping and thinking.

Do I influence people? Maybe.

This gives us more time to attend the inner need.

I want to keep an inner life alive and, with luck, somebody else's, too.

We are like petri dishes, where we can innovate, but we want to do it carefully and thoughtfully.

Build a cell inside your mind, from which you can never flee.

When you've nothing to live for, you get to thinking inside your head.

My favourite thing about being in nature is that I feel so small and kind of insignificant.

Music inspires contemplation, dreams, and the imagination.

I like Instagram because it makes me stop to take in the world.

I would go home and be this insular girl who listened to music and brooded in her bedroom.

I can sit on a boat or a river bank and problems that seemed insurmountable just don't seem that important anymore.

From time to time, I need a rest from the exercitation of my intellect.