Quotes About Contemplation

These are presumably the thoughts that made him restless.

One place is as good as another, in the valley without exit...

Genius hesitates.

The mystery of time has always troubled us, stirring deep emotions. So deep as to have nourished philosophies and religions.

To accept uncertainty doesn't detract from our sense of mystery.

Genuis hesitates

Looking at the sun going down, the eyes of Copernicus had seen the world turning. Looking at a glass of still water, the eyes of Boltzmann saw atoms and molecules frenziedly moving.

To understand ourselves means to reflect on time. But to understand time we need to reflect on ourselves.

Casas entre bananeiras mulheres entre laranjeiras pomar amor cantar. Um homem vai devagar. Um cachorro vai devagar. Um burro vai devagar. Devagar... as janelas olham. Eta vida besta, meu Deus.

The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.

I was distracted all the way home, thinking that you always move in the same circle of people no matter how many turns you seem to make.

Para visitar un recuerdo conviene -según creencia bastante extendida- haberlo cultivado antes.

Poetry and prayer are very similar.

The living walk by the edge of a vast lake near the wise, drowned silence of the dead.

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself. So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands and stare at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

You are a speck. This whole life that seems so huge to us? asall of human enterprise even? Fuck us. We are so tiny," as he said "so tiny" he bent over until his forehead was nearly touching the tabletop, as if he was homing in on the speck that was them. "I can't stand to think we only add up to a blip. I need to think we're more than that." "Deal with it." he looked around as if someone had called his name.

Carol, if you could be a member of the opposite sex for twenty-four hours, and then pop back and be yourself again, who would you be and what would you do?" My mind started racing like mad. Opposite sex? For twenty-four hours? Who would I be? What would I do? I said a quick little prayer. Please, let me just open my mouth and have whatever comes out make sense. I took a deep breath and what came out was this: "I'd be Osama bin Laden, and I'd kill myself.

But the delight of wading that clear mountain water, scrambling over rocks, or sitting on a boulder in the sunshine and gazing with dreaming eyes into the brown pebbled pools below, was enough joy without feeling the tug of a trout on the end of the line. Often we could see them in the sun-flecked depths below, quiet as shadows except for the occasional waving of a fin.

When you're lying on your deathbed, one of the cool things to say is, 'I really explored myself.' T

We need to ponder such events, ask to have their meaning revealed to us, and allow ourselves to recognize that we have been touched by the transpersonal world.

Open a book this minute and start reading. Don't move until you've reached page fifty. Until you've buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.

A thought comes into her head: that lately she doesn't ask herself what is possible, but rather what possibilities remain.

Being alone gave me a chance to process what my senses took in without having to factor in other people's opinions.

When in doubt, shut up.