Quotes About Contemplation

He wondered how many lives had been snuffed out by that fart.

Sometimes, the best thing you can do is nothing. Catelyn

Sometimes nothing is the hardest thing to do. - Tyrrion Lannister

Jaime watched her eyes. Pretty eyes, he thought, and calm.

Tyrion wondered whether this was the last sunrise he would ever see … and whether wondering was a mark of cowardice.

No one sang up there. No one ever laughed too loud. Even the gods were silent.

A snail hides in his shell.

What good is this, i ask you? He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.

all things of importance in a man's life must be done beneath the open sky.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool.

Perhaps the only true dignity of man is his capacity to despise himself.

Consciousness is a born hermit.

If death is in the room, it's pretty interesting. But I would also say that I'm interested in getting myself to believe that it's going to happen to me. I'm interested in it, because if you're not, you're nuts. It's really de facto what we're here to find out about.

The runner is coming to know, or will know if he runs enough...that the universe is the smallest divisible unit.

What the jogger's face shows is not boredom but contemplation, which Thomas Aquinas described as man's highest activity save one—contemplation plus putting the fruits of that contemplation into action.

but a wise man never closes all the options.

Man has emerged from dust of stars to contemplate the universe around him.

There is something terribly wrong with a culture inebriated by noise and gregariousness.

But thoughts which have stirred our hearts too deeply are always in some way troubled and confused.

Well, they will keep on saying: 'Why worry?' But what else are we here for, in heaven's name?

You've not got much to say for yourself, but that's a nice change in a girl.

On ne comprend absolument rien à la civilisation moderne si l'on n'admet pas tout d'abord qu'elle est une conspiration universelle contre toute espèce de vie intérieure.

What an austere landscape! Borluut was alone, with nothing but the sky and water. No footsteps, apart from his own, marked the immense expanse, the white desert which this ancient outer harbour of Bruges now was.

The past settles into afternoons, that's where time visibly slows down, it dozes off in the corners, blinking like a cat looking through thin blinds. It's always afternoon when you remember something, at least that's how it is for me. Everything is in the light.