Quotes About Contemplation

Controlling speech and breath, and diving deep within oneself — like one who, to find a thing that has fallen into water, dives deep down — one must seek out the source whence the aspiring ego springs.

Whatever draws the mind outward is unspiritual and whatever draws the mind inward is spiritual

Silence is also conversation.

What the mind has to do is not to suggest a reply, but to remain quiet so that the true reply can arise.

We didn't buy much, but we thought about everything.

The hand should not necessarily be the quickest organ in one's body when one is writing.

Maybe it's like becoming one with the cigar. You lose yourself in it everything fades away: your worries, your problems, your thoughts. They fade into the smoke, and the cigar and you are at peace.

o my mind, get me to meet me and then onwards, mind your own business.

Then let's treat all these holy texts as stories, fictions, and imperfections that could excite us to tears or erections.

We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?

En noches así siempre se anda uno preguntado cuánto ha olvidado y cuánto de todo esto va a recordar en el futuro.

En noches así siempre se anda uno preguntado cuánto ha olvidado y cuánto de todo esto va a recordar en el futuro. Después los antidepresivos detienen todos esos malditos neurotransmisores y uno ya no se pregunta nada.

There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?

Tall, aren't you?" she said. "I didn't mean to be." Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.

One must see everything.

As Plato: We become more worthy the more we bend our minds to the impersonal. We become better as we take in the universe, thinking more about the largeness that it is and laugh about the smallness that is us.

Thinking is the soul speaking to itself.

Plato dramatically puts the detachment of the philosopher from his time this way: to philosophize is to prepare to die.

When you didn't force yourself to think in formal reconstructions, when you didn't catch these moments of ravishments under the lens of premises and conclusions, when you didn't impale them and label them, like so many splayed butterflies, bleeding the transcendental glow right out of them, then... what?

Zsofía Forgách had died in the spring, and since then I had noticed a change in him, a subtle shift from merriment to contemplation, from engaging in the games the men played to an almost womanish need to stand back and watch with an appraising eye, as if his companions were people he had never seen before and did not know how to place

I like to stay busy. I have a lot of things on my mind.

I like to read books and be alone; I'm not social butterfly person.

I'd be a really boring person to have cameras around all day.

I think I've become more aware of aging in the last couple of years because of friends dying of cancer or friends' parents dying and myself - I'm still healthy, but I'm aging, and that's something that I think about more, even though I shouldn't be too concerned.