Quotes About Contemplation

If you cannot think of anything to say that is useful or enlightening about your images, then don't say anything. There are plenty of other people who would love to put words in your mouth.

That there needed neither art nor science for going to GOD, but only a heart resolutely determined to apply itself to nothing but Him, or for His sake, and to love Him only.

I'm a big wilderness, mountain guy. I love to go up in the mountains and I can just sit for hours and just look at the mountains.

We love to chew the cud of a foregone vision; to collect the scattered rays of a brighter phantasm, or act over again, with firmer nerves, the sadder nocturnal tragedies.

If you are in here tonight and you have never contemplated suicide…you've never truly been in love. If you're in here tonight and you have never contemplated murder…you've never been divorced.

I also grew to love Nancy Reagan in a certain way. I learned more - certainly I learned more bad stuff that I had known about in greater detail, but I also got a lot of empathy.

We love the night and it's quiet.

I love staring out toward the ocean and away from anything manmade.

He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. I could have looked at him forever.

You might be looking for reasons but there are no reasons.

The moon stared at me through sprinkled nighttime stardust and I alone smile.

What is birthday, but a celebration of death.

When, however, the conviction had come to me that I was helpless I sat down quietly, as quietly as I have ever done anything in my life, and began to think over what was best to be done. I am thinking still, and as yet have come to no definite conclusion.

Amo la sombra y la oscuridad, y prefiero, cuando puedo, estar a solas con mis pensamientos.

But I do know that there is a difference between hearing and listening. You can't always help what you hear. But you can control what holds your interest, what you choose to dwell on.

And sometimes I sit there late at night or early in the morning, and I think about the vastness of the ocean, of the sky, of the spaces between us and the nearest stars, about the incredible, unfathomable bigness of it all.

Who is this girl? Why is she alive? Wonder if I should leave right now. Get up and say, 'Goodnight fuck-ups, it's been a sheer sensation and I hope I never see any of you again,' and leave?

Did I do this on purpose? What do you think? Or did I do this accidentally?

A curtain of stars, miles of them, are scattered, glowing, across the sky and their multitude humbles me, which I have a hard time tolerating.

While taking a piss in the men's room, I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No … one … would … care.

It's just strange, he agrees, staring out the window, lost. One day someone's walking around, going to work, alive, and then... Kimball stops, fails to complete the sentence. Nothing, I sigh, nodding. "People just... disappear, he says. The earth just opens up and swallows people, I say, somewhat sadly, checking my Rolex.

It's hard being quiet when one's imagination is so loud

I have a confession to make.121 Almost every time I tune in to religious radio or TV, I want to change my religion. I

Nock's "plan of action" was "a plan of no action at all. To Nock there was clearly only one path to follow, and that was to learn, to think, to write, to informally teach, and then, simply wait.