Quotes About Contemplation

Intellect itself had become paramount, and God simply the clue and excuse for its dreams.

a person who finds silence and solitude boring is a person who is himself boring, empty of anything worth consideration.

I would like my readers to close the cover at the end and say: Wow, I never thought of it like that before!

Heme aquí divagando otra vez mientras estalla el mundo a mi alrededor.

I'm starting to boil inside. I know I seem dreamy, but inside-well, I'm boiling! Whenever I pick up a shoe, I shudder a little thinking how short life is and what I am doing!

she sighed. It was a lovely sound, strangely comforting, soft, and wise. And it made him want to look at her more closely, to see into her mind, to hear the rhythms of her soul.

Lady Danbury shushed him with a wave of her hand. "How many great mysteries are there in life, really?" No one answered, so Colin guessed, "Forty-two?

But what was

If one didn't have love, was it better, then, to be alone?

So we are drawn to graveyards, where we can be close to the dead and ponder their fate as well as our own.

A bird gives a cry–the mountains quiet all the more.' 49 (This is also perhaps the real meaning behind Hakuin Ekaku's famous eighteenth-century-BCE koan 'What is the Sound of the Single Hand?': it is an invitation to attend to the silence, the emptiness.

I thought of the things that had happened to me over the years, and of how little I had made happen.

Truth sees God, and wisdom contemplates God, and from these two comes a third, a holy and wonderful delight in God, who is love.

Any time we look at our Maker with love, our importance in our own eyes diminishes, and we are filled with awe and humility and love for others.

Whether we see God or only seek to see God, I believe we add to the Divine Essence when we simply fasten our minds and lives onto God.

Also in this He shewed me a little thing, the quantity of an hazel-nut, in the palm of my hand; and it was as round as a ball. I looked thereupon with eye of my understanding, and thought: What may this be? And it was answered generally thus: It is all that is made.

Also in this He shewed me a little thing, the quantity of an hazel-nut, in the palm of my hand; and it was as round as a ball. I looked thereupon with eye of my understanding, and thought: What may this be?

I look singularly to myself, I am right nought;

the beholding of Him, and generally of all His works. For they are full good; and all His doings are easy and sweet,

violent weather outside put me in a pensive, reflective

Sometimes I look back on what happened and wonder if it was some kind of stress-induced hallucination. The

Have you noticed how nobody ever looks up? Nobody looks at chimneys, or trees against the sky, or the tops of buildings. Everybody just looks down at the pavement or their shoes. The whole world could pass them by and most people wouldn't notice.

I gaze up at the ceiling. Through it. Past Kim and Chip's room on the second floor into the sky, space, heaven, hell. Who says hell is down? It could be up. It could be next door to heaven. Hell could be a subset of heaven, like a ghetto in the middle of a glass city.

If I was alone I'd find something to do. Read or work on homework or doodle, fake it, so if I was alone it'd look like I wanted to be alone.