Quotes About Contemplation

But Jean-Marc was telling the truth: he did not remember. Besides, he was not even trying to search his memory. He was thinking about something else: this is the real and the only reason for friendship: to provide a mirror so the other person can contemplate his image from the past, which, without the eternal blah-blah of memories between pals, would long ago have disappeared.

Ia sampai di talud laut; di bawah, di pantai, dilihatnya para lelaki dengan kepala mendongak sedang menaikkan layang-layang. Itu mereka lakukan dengan sepenuh perasaan, dan Jean-Marc teringat teori lamanya: ada tiga macam kebosanan: kebosanan pasif: gadis yang berdansa dan menguap itu; kebosanan aktif: para pecinta layangan itu; dan kebosanan yang memberontak: anak muda yang membakari mobil dan meremuk etalase toko.

But who then was he? What could his own self really consist of? He bent over that self in order to peer into it, but all he could find was the reflection of himself bending over himself to peer into that self... Milan Kundera, Life is Elsewhere

Olhava para as paredes sujas do pátio e percebia que não sabia se aquilo era histeria ou amor.

If you are looking for infinity, just close your eyes

Kebisingan mobil yang hadir di mana-mana, seperti zat asam, melahap setiap momen perenungan. Mobil menjadikan keindahan masa lalu kota tak terlihat. Aku tidak seperti para moralis goblok yang berang karena sepuluh ribu kematian per tahun di jalan raya. Setidak-tidaknya, itu mengurangi jumlah pengendara mobil. Tapi aku memberontak terhadap kenyataan bahwa mobil-mobil telah menelan banyak katredal!

Understand that wisdom is higher than intellect and discretion is higher than debating.

Immersing oneself in the problems of a book is a good way to keep from thinking of love.

I'm a very interior person. I love silence. I revel in it. I'm happy that way.

Love the questions, themselves.

Learn to love the questions themselves.

Lord, I have loved Your sky, Be it said against or for me, Have loved it clear and high, Or low and stormy...

I contemplated pride and love. All this contemplativeness. When will I be free of it?

There is this church that I go to a lot in New York. I'm not religious but I love lighting candles and stuff. I find it useful.

I take out little moments of silence before or after they sing, because I just love those weird pauses.

Only thoughts of God and intense love for Him bring peace.

I personally love books that make me think, so I naturally gravitate toward writing a book like that, one that's going to make someone think and make me think.

Where I cannot satisfy my reason, I love to humour my fancy.

I love to lose myself in a mystery to pursue my reason to an O altitudo.

I love sci-fi, especially when it thrives on a thought-provoking story, rather than explosions.

So love the thought of death, love it.

Has it ever occurred to you that you can only love when you are alone?

I love cloisters, which are the architectural equivalent of a theological concept: perfect freedom within set boundaries.

The sea, the stars, the night wind in waste places, mean more to me than even the human beings I love best.