Quotes About Contemplation

I don't investigate things by writing about them, but let them build up inside of me.

I used to not talk much to anyone about my investments.

Sometimes I would make myself very still and try to imagine myself dead. I tried to invoke the feeling of the very last breath I would take.

Meditation is the practice of giving something your full attention and awareness. When I eat a truffle, for example, I focus fully on it and involve as many of my senses as possible.

I have been a Christian all my life, but it's impossible to be so deeply involved in these stories without it making you think again, and without it making you consciously aware of the people involved.

I don't consciously start writing a play that involves issues. After it's done, I sit back like everyone else and think about what it means.

There's a level at which, if you take poetry seriously, the focus it involves... that never goes away.

I think what I've learned to do is not look inward as much.

You start blocking out things, and that's a really important part of taking a picture is the ability to isolate what you're - what you're concentrating on.

I used to isolate myself and be in my room by myself all the time.

I've led a very isolated existence since I was 6 years old. It's kind of been me and my mind.

Composing demands a degree of isolation.

I like the idea of isolation. I like the reality of it. You realize what you are... not that the knowledge is inevitably rewarding.

Sometimes I thought that maybe it would have been better to stay in Italy, to stay at Lazio.

Ingrid Bergman in 'Journey to Italy' just goes off and looks at things for most of the film.

I find January hard. Nothing really happens.

That's what you do if you're from Jersey. You make a big decision at a diner at 3 in the morning.

I try to make myself walk around a bit, but I probably think about it more than I actually do it. Years ago, I did think about joining a gym.

I am hesitating about joining politics since I know the difficulties.

I stop, then, in my tracks, to recollect the awesome presence that I've left behind, the road ahead so long, my life so short, and bow my head and burst out into tears. While

Now, what I am, and what I was, I know; I see the seasons in procession go With still increasing speed; while things to come, Unknown, unthought, amid the growing gloom Of long futurity, perplex my soul, While life is posting to its final goal. Mine is the crime, who ought with clearer light To watch the winged years' incessant flight; And not to slumber on in dull delay

Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.

A man who contemplates revenge keeps his wounds green.

A little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion.