Quotes About Contemplation

Trees spend all day looking up at God.

Well, I have to look at life uniquely now. Let's face it. I can't go shopping, I can't take care of the bank accounts, I can't take out the garbage. But I can sit here with my dwindling days and look at what I think is important in life. I have both the time—and the reason—to do that." So, I said, in a reflexively cynical response, I guess the key to finding the meaning of life is to stop taking out the garbage?

How can you ever be prepared to die? "Do what the Buddhists do. Every day, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, 'Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?

But I can sit here with my dwindling days and look at what I think is important in life. I have both the time - and the reason - to do that.

Do what the Buddhists do. Every day, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks. Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?

When you're in bed, you're dead.

Why did you measure the days and nights? To know. Sitting high above the city, Father Time realized that knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.

But scenery without solace is meaningless.

Look. It's one of the shortest sentences in the English language. But we don't really look, Chika. Not as adults. We look over. We glance. We move on.

Some would say that you meet the Lord.

Why would God sleep?

He waded into the still water. And began to swim.

He kept the outside world at bay by keeping the inside world at hand.

Someone had carved into the metal wall, a corroded scrawl I hadn't noticed before. The words were upside-down—etched higher than I could reach—but easy to read: LOIS YOU SUCK BUTT! Suck butt, I said. You suck butt. What a crazy thing to do. I didn't want to think about it. That's dumb, I told myself.

didnt men ever think about anything that really mattered?

It leaves space for your thoughts to echo

I read it over and over again, until I notice the paper getting wet, the ink blurring into little flowers.

So Erica felt better in a place like this, separated from the rest of us, where people could live in their minds without feeling bad about it.

He preferred to abide, in a sense, in the past, for the past offered more to him.

It's more of a novella than a novel. It leaves space for your thoughts to echo.

The air is so dry, so clear, and there's so few people, almost no lights. And you can lie on your back and look up and see the Milky Way. All the stars like a splash of milk in the sky. And you see them slowly move. Because the Earth is moving. And you feel like you're lying on a giant spinning ball in space.

one is to look out at the universe and see yourself, the other is to look within yourself and see the universe.

the meaning clear, but the judgment suspended, and left the matter at that.

Sandor waited. Sometimes the most important work was done in the silences.