Quotes About Contemplation

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.

It seemed better to delay thinking.

Sometimes a man doesn't know what to do about things and sometimes it's best to lie very still and try not to think at all about anything.

they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

It was the first time i had been alone for five days. I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

she slammed the door and was gone. I looked at the closed door and at the doorknob and strangely I didn't feel alone.

There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock.

we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning.

That moment - to this ... may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my mind - there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails. I pass the hotel at 8 and at 5; there are cats in the alleys and bottles and bums, and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.

You get so alone at times that it just makes sense.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine. Nobody would fuck with me. I could go into a cell for months of meditation where I wouldn't have to look at anybody and they could just send in the wine.

I've got to decide: kill myself or love myself?

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

Often the best parts of life were when you weren't doing anything at all, just mulling it over, chewing on it. I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know what I mean? And optimistic pessimism.

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

I still believe in more privacy and less talk.

I walk out of the dark and into the dark and sit down and wait.

Often the best parts of life were when you weren't doing anything at all, just mulling it over, chewing on it. I mean, say you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it a sense. You know what I mean? An optimistic pessimism.

I looked around for a fly to kill

it's necessary for me sometimes just to be alone and quiet and doing nothing. - my telephone