Quotes About Contemplation

Become like a sheet of blotting paper and soak it all in. Later on you can figure out what to keep and what to unload.

I spend more time being confused than not," I answered.

Somerset Maugham once wrote that in each shave lies a philosophy. I couldn't agree more. No matter how mundane some action might appear, keep at it long enough and it becomes contemplative, even meditative act.

I believe that it's not necessary to believe in the soul's existence. But turn that around and you come to the belief that there's no need to not believe in its existence.

I plant my elbows on the kitchen table, prop up my chin and think: When the hell did the compass needle get out of whack and lead my life astray?

Nights without work I spent with whisky and books.

It was a stillness so profound one had to adjust one's hearing to it. .... The silence seemed to be trying to tell him something about itself.

There are some things that can't be explained in this life," Menshiki went on, "and some others that probably shouldn't be explained. Especially when putting them into words ignores what is most crucial.

She came to her own private conclusion, which she tucked away in a drawer, and silently went back to her meal.

In those days I used to talk to myself as if reciting poetry.

I dream, sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

I lie here by myself in the dark at two o'clock in the morning and think about that cell in the library. About how it feels to be alone, and the depth of the darkness surrounding me. Darkness as pitch black as the night of the new moon.

I try imagining myself in forty years, but it's like trying to picture what lies beyond the universe.

Most people, he muses, they're trying to escape from boredom, but I'm trying to get into the thick of boredom.

If people lived forever—if they never got any older—if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy—do you think they'd bother to think hard about things, the way were doing now? I mean, we think about its everything, more or less—philosophy, psychology, logic. Religion. Literature. I kinda think, if there were no such t hing as death, the complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world.

Dentro de mi, alguien, algo, se irá. Con la mirada baja, sin una palabra.

Considering the sense of powerlessness that such a state of affairs would bring about, to have people floating in a pool of mysterious question marks seems like a minor sin.

Aomame closed her eyes and, in a split second, reviewed the long span of years as if standing on the edge of a sheer cliff, surveying an ocean channel below. She could smell the sea. She could hear the deep sighing of the wind.

The absence of conversation didn't bother Kafuku. He wasn't good at small talk. While he didn't dislike talking to people he knew well about things that mattered, he otherwise preferred to remain silent.

can barely recall it myself. How much did I suffer? How much pain did I go through? I wish there was a machine that could accurately measure sadness, and display it in numbers that you could record. And it would be great if that machine could fit in the palm of your hand. I think of this every time I measure the air in my tires.

I'm free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can't really understand what it means. All I know is I'm totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who's lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free?

Lumea in care traim noi nu e decat un urias apartament de prezentare.Intri, te asezi, bei un ceai , admiri privelistea de la geam, multumesti si pleci.

I don't know, but does it matter?

When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently.