Quotes About Contemplation

You are here to kneel.

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

Well! and what if she should die some afternoon, Afternoon grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose; Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand With the smoke coming down above the housetops; Doubtful, for a while Not knowing what to feel or if I understand Or whether wise or foolish, tardy or too soon . . . Would she not have the advantage, after all? This music is successful with a "dying fall" Now that we talk of dying— And should I have the right to smile?

I an old man, A dull head among windy spaces.

A little life

For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?

Let us go then you and I When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table.

When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name.

The life of a soul does not consist in the contemplation of one consistent world but in the painful task of unifying . . . jarring and incompatible ones, and passing, when possible, from two or more discordant viewpoints to a higher which shall somehow include and transmute them.

Hay épocas en que uno siente que ha caído a pedazos y a la vez se ve a sí mismo en mitad de la carretera estudiando las piezas sueltas, preguntándose si será capaz de montarlas otra vez y qué especie de artefacto saldrá.

It was only a moment, it was only one moment That I stood in sunlight, and thought I might stay there.

And indeed there will be time to wonder, 'Do I dare?', and 'Do I dare?

Welcome, Simon, to the world of those who are every day condemned to thinking and wondering and never ever knowing with certainness.

Make Philosophy your evening guest, but do not let her stay the night.

Part of manhood, I am thinking, is to ponder one's words before opening one's mouth.

Contemplation is a luxury, requiring time and alternatives.

Silence is the only safe answer to Silence.

Jann Arden singing in the background. The strange, voyeuristic lyrics of "Living Under June" touched off thoughts of her own

Reflect as if you have all of time, even when time is short.

That was a monstrous thought - he KNEW it was monstrous. Yet he thought it all the same.

When I say I want time to think, I want time to think! Jonathan sighed wearily. All right, you've had time to think. What's your answer? That I need more time to think!

Who could say what went on, at sunrise, in the thick woods below the planet-searching dome of the Observatory, which saw only space and stars?

He continued to stand, as if in thought or vanity, before the arresting reflection of himself. But he had grown, unaccountably pale.

Romulan, leaning his arms on the rail, stared down into the stagnant water far below, seeing his own miniaturized countenance, hypnotized by it.