Quotes About Contemplation

I don't think I can attempt to say now what it was. Some day—perhaps.

She saw herself in this connexion without detachment – saw others alone with intensity; otherwise she might have been struck, fairly have been amused, by her free assignment of the pachydermatous quality. If

But these fancies were not marked enough not not to be thrown off, and it is only in the light, or the gloom, I should rather say, of other and subsequent matters that they now come back to me.

He saw her try, for a time, to appear to consider it; but he saw her also not consider it.

For Isabel, however, there was of course as of yet no thought of getting out, but only of advancing.

To live in such a place was, for Isabel, to hold to her ear all day a shell of the sea of the past. This vague eternal rumor kept her imagination awake.

It seemed to her at last that she would do well to take a book; formerly, when heavy-hearted, she had been able, with the help of some well-chosen volume, to transfer the seat of consciousness to the organ of pure reason.

strolled down the hill without meeting a creature, though I could see through the palings of the Common that that recreative expanse was peopled with dim forms.  I remembered Mrs. Nettlepoint's house—she lived in those days (they

But that is another matter. There is really too much to say.

I have never entertained an idea. Ideas often entertain me; (Chapter 7)

he wished to do everything because he was lucid and quiet

It was always the case for him in these counsels that each of his remarks, as it came, seemed to drop into a deeper well. He had at all events to wait a moment to hear the slight splash of this one.

All my life had taken refuge in my eyes, which the procession of events appeared to have committed itself to keep astare

He found himself supposing innumerable and wonderful things.

We should read to give our souls a chance to luxuriate.

They never opened the door which leads to the soul.

Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery.

i am a free man— and i need my freedom. i need to be alone. i need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; i need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.

Voyages are accomplished inwardly.

Tomorrow you may bring about the destruction of your world. Tomorrow you may sing in Paradise above the smoking ruins of your world-cities. But tonight I would like to think of one man, a lone individual, a man without name or country, a man whom I respect because he has absolutely nothing in common with you - MYSELF. Tonight I shall meditate upon that which I am.

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

Je commençais à lire, à trop lire. Je me tournais vers le dedans, je me refermais sur moi-même, comme font les fleurs, la nuit.

Miro al mar, al cielo, a lo ininteligible y distantemente cercano.

I got to reminiscing about the past. I thought of all the things I might have said and done, which I hadn't sad or done.