Quotes About Contemplation

It might be a move in six months. But I'll make up my mind. I'll have a look at where I've been and where I want to go and I'll continue in that way.

I wish you could arrange your life so as to have a little more leisure. I do not want you to be lazy, but the passive conditions of the mind are quite as valuable as the active conditions.

I don't really care if people get upset. I think I'm doing my job if people get upset; I want them to think! We all want them to think, hopefully.

Silence. There are times it's the only thing I want and I wonder how I'll ever go back to the world of noise and distraction.

Let's not talk about how I am. It's a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.

Stones make no splash on a frozen lake.

Isolation hones the inner voice, the unspoken dialogue between the selves – and surely there are many selves within each of us. Some uglier than others.' There

Look at these bones we step over. We go as far as we can go, and then we stop. And that is how it is. That is all it is. So…now what?

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Isolation hones the inner voice, the unspoken dialogue between the selves

You were talking to yourself, Udinaas. You shouldn't do that.' 'That's what I keep telling myself.

So talk. You can think while you're doing that, since with you the two activities are clearly distinct and mostly unrelated.

He rubbed at his face, as if seeking to awaken the right words from muscle, blood and bone.

There had been no time when he'd felt alone. Alone in the frightened sense, that is. Solitude was born of decision, and could be as easily yielded when its purpose was done.

Starlight played on its swirling surface two hundred paces away. Moths fluttered like flecks of snow fleeing the warm wind. Neither man spoke for a long while.

Blend walked into K'rul's Bar and found it empty, save for the hunched figure of the historian, who sat at his chosen table, staring at the stained, pitted wood. She walked over and looked down at him. 'Who died?' Duiker did not look up. 'Not who, Blend. More like what. What died? More, I think, than we'll ever know.

He first considered the forest before exploring the individual trees.

Good thought." "Brineesha said she'd

Franklin knew that the truth lay with the winter night: the world was silent and black-and-white.

When I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me.

What would Apollonius of Tyana do?"—always his test for making a difficult decision—

I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.

I was trying to daydream but my mind kept wandering.

He was an observer of what was happening rather than a participant. There could be neither enjoyment or disgust, only awareness.