Quotes About Contemplation

Your whole life doesn't have to be one long, smart monologue.

Generally, I walk around in a glum mood.

Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and your lamp is dying out, and I will tell you how old you are, and I shall know if you are happy.

There is nothing you can see that is not a Bashoflower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

To give religion two minutes a day, in its own space, isn't exactly selling general morality or atheism short.

When I'm sitting around, I'm thinking about how I can make my next professional career move, but more than anything, I'm thinking about the meaning of life and how fleeting it is.

I've always been somebody who's acutely aware of my mortality.

I've been aware of my own mortality since I was 12.

It is always edifying for mortals to look at a god.

he was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he had left, yet does not say 'The town is near,' but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges.

Antes de continuar me volví para ver si el tiempo seguía allí.

He had come down to the empty house exultantly, tasting its delicious silence, the cool mustiness of indoors, and a solitary afternoon with great calf volumes.

It is a great art to saunter.

Let your life be a counter-friction to stop the machine.

I am freighted with thought.

Read not the Times, read the Eternities.

He enjoys true leisure who has time to improve his soul's estate.

I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks, who had a genius, so to speak, for Sauntering.

Staring Girl I once knew a girl who would just stand there and stare. At anyone or anything, she seemed not to care She'd stare at the ground, She'd stare at the sky. She'd stare at you for hours, and you'd never know why. But after winning the local staring contest, she finally gave her eyes a well-deserved rest.

But I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like you're in a forest and everything's really quiet, expect there's still this sound you can't hear.

What happened, and what might have happened?

But I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like you're in a forest and everything's really quiet, except there's still this sound you can't hear.

I drank some chocolate milk and then lay down on the sofa in my "living" room, not really sad, just floating; trying to imagine what it was to be dead. Nothing much came to me. I remember closing my eyes and whispering her name, trying to make her come back. As we stared at each other, neither of us moving, I felt some...thing go shut in my heart while something else swung open

Hear that quiet, man?' he said. 'That quiet - just listen. There's your moral.