Quotes About Contemplation

I had an overwhelming urge to close my eyes in company. I think the girls were terrified of this. "What's he always sitting with his eyes closed for?

We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.

Try the meditation of the trail, just walk along looking at the trail at your feet and don't look about and just fall into a trance as the ground zips by.

Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sitting there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.

Where go? what do? what for?—sleep.

Findes der en bestemt og tydelig lære der kan gives alle levende væsener?" var det spørgsmål man sikkert stillede den snehvide Dipankara med de buskede øjenbryn, og hans svar var diamantens brølende stilhed.

One night in a meditation vision Avalokitesvara the Hearer and Answerer of Prayer said to me 'You are empowered to remind people that they are utterly free' so I laid my hand on myself to remind myself first and then felt gay, yelled 'Ta,' opened my eyes, and a shooting star shot.

It's all a sea, I swim out of its in the afternoons.

Hopping a freight out of Los Angeles at high noon one day in late September 1955 I got on a gondola and lay down with my duffel bag under my head and my knees crossed and contemplated the clouds as we rolled north to Santa Barbara.

I sat back and enjoyed nightfall on the desert and waited for poorchild Angel Dean to wake up again.

I went to sit in the bus station and think this over. I ate another apple pie and ice cream; that's practically all I ate all the way across the country, I knew it was nutritious and it was delicious, of course.

There's the spider in the outhouse minding his own business

here I am way below in the Vulcan's Forge itself looking up with sad eyes—Blanking my little Camel cigarette on a billion year old rock that rises behind my head to a height unbelievable—The little kitchen light on the cliff is only on the end of it, behind it the shoulders of the great sea hound cliff go rising up and back and sweeping inland higher and higher till I gasp to think "Looks like a reclining dog, big friggin shoulders on that sonofabitch

I decided someday to become a Thoreau of the Mountains. To live like Jesus and Thoreau, except for women.

No more self-imposed agony... it's time to think and watch and keep concentrated on the fact that after all this whole surface of the world as we know it now will be covered with the silt of a billion years in time..

Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.

But remember, my reader, whom I hope to have travel far with me through time and space remember, please, my reader, that I have thought much on these matters that through bloody nights and sweats of dark that lasted years long I have been alone with my many selves to consult and contemplate my many selves.

I just get silly inside my head and I start to think about something and in my head I start twisting it around, contorting it and envisioning it in different ways.

I don't Twitter, although sometimes I think that I should.

I'm not really the type of guy that dates out loud, lives out loud.

There are many types of silence. There is a silence before the note, there is a silence at the end and there is a silence in the middle.

A good book, or a good show leaves a lot of unanswered questions but makes you think.

Some last words seem flat-out unbelievable.

When you pay attention to boredom it gets unbelievably interesting.