Quotes About Contemplation

Qué clase de hombre se rodea de las cosas bellas de la vida y no se detiene ni un segundo a contemplarlas?

Keep thinking those thoughts

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.

I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.

As I lay on my back in bed staring up at the blank, white ceiling the stillness seemed to grow bigger and bigger until I felt my eardrums would burst with it.

beating time along the edge of thought.

I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.

The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind cooly as a tree or a flower.

I am an observer.

If I lived by the sea I would never be really sad. I get an immense sense of eternity and peace from the ocean. I can lose myself in staring at it hour after hour. --from a letter to Aurelia Plath, written c. July 1951

I looked up from that churning amphitheater to the view beyond it. The great, gray eye of the sky looked back at me, its mist-shrouded sun focusing all the white and silent distances that poured from every point of the compass, hill after pale hill, to stall at my feet.

A wi?c teraz b?d? rozmawia? ka?dej nocy. Z sob? sam?. Z ksi??ycem. B?d? chodzi?, tak jak dzi?, zazdro?nie strzeg?c swojej samotno?ci, w niebieskosrebrnej po?wiacie zimnego ksi??yca, migocz?cej cudownie na zaspach ?wie?ego ?niegu miriad? iskierek.

I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles, threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three . . . nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as

I decided not to go down to the cafeteria for breakfast. It would only mean getting dressed, and what was the point of getting dressed if you were staying in bed for the morning?

I am alone in my room, between two worlds

What I decided to do in the end was lie in bed as long as I wanted to and then go to Central Park and spend the day lying in the grass, the longest grass I could find in that bald, duck-ponded wilderness.

Se zgâia la imaginea ei în ferestrele lucioase ale magazinelor de parc? ar fi vrut s? se asigure, clip? de clip?, c? exist? în continuare.

The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind as coolly as a tree or a flower.

I need not to be more with others, but to be more and more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.

I picked up my pocketbook and started back over the cold stones to where my shoes kept their vigil in the violet light.

Then he just stood there in front of me and I kept on staring at him. The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.

It's happening,' I thought. 'It's happening. If I just lie here and do nothing it will happen.

Those words spoke to my heart with peace, as if in comment, kindly, on my life, my days.