Quotes About Contemplation

I don't necessarily want to talk about a book that I read. Even when I love it.

I'm happiest in an empty church. I love the smell of a church.

There was a footpath leading across fields to New Southgate, and I used to go there alone to watch the sunset and contemplate suicide. I did not, however, commit suicide, because I wished to know more of mathematics.

It's not really rewarding trying to fathom what people will think. Particularly people who have demonstrated a lifetime aversion to thinking.

A person's got to think, otherwise that person's no better than a trained seal balancing a ball on his nose.

So I went back outside to wait…and to sing.

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Beverly Barton

As Ramona sat letting these thoughts slide through her mind, the telephone rang in the kitchen.

to Ramona, because it was

sidewalk, she realized that something

It is always quietly thrilling to find yourself looking at a world you know well but have never seen from such an angle before.

I sat there for some time, a young man with more on his mind than in it.

Just sitting quietly, doing nothing at all, your brain churns through more information in thirty seconds than the Hubble Space Telescope has processed in thirty years.

And thus I was to be found, in the first week of June, standing on the banks of the Shenandoah again, in Harpers Ferry, West Virginia, blinking at a grey sky and trying to pretend that with all my heart this was where I wanted to be.

have any thoughts here?" She looks surprised that I'm asking. "You want to know what I'd do?" "Yes, Liz. You went to one of those

of our prayer and meditation.

I think nighttime is dark so you can imagine your fears with less distraction.

I've been thinking Hobbes On a weekend? Well, it wasn't on purpose

For no reason I can think of, I've wandered far astray. And that is how I got to where I find myself today.

I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.

Quando olha para o céu e vê o infinito através das estrelas, você percebe que há coisas mais importantes do que as pessoas fazem todo dia.

While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the windowpane.

This is not what it is like to be you, I realized as a few of your magnificent clouds flew over the rooftop. It is just me thinking about being you. And before I headed back down the hill, I walked in a circle around your house, making an invisible line which you would have to cross before dark.