Quotes About Contemplation

Ukoliko želite da imate dobar život nemojte nikada zaboraviti da ?ete umrijeti.

What were you doing when you were eight, thirteen, fifteen, and eighteen? The answer is, I suspect: not very much.

As we experience things, they happen too quickly to be thoughly analyzed...

I think that as we experience things, they happen too quickly to be thoroughly analyzed.

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific–and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise– Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

details of my afternoon, staying silent until I mentioned the

She's sitting propped up on the

In the private library of my spirit, there is a dictionary of words that aren't.

I didn't want a fresh start, but maybe a little breathing room would be nice.

Read this letter three times before you tell me what you think. I am also including a prayer card, and it would do you some good to pray on this every night. Get on your knees when you talk to the Lord. Do not call yourself praying by lying in the bed thinking. Thinking and praying are two different things, and for something this important, you need prayer.

But neither of us closed our eyes against the immeasurable dark of that silent night.

Reading, not just an escape, but an exercise in living...

Remember we were sitting there by the water.

Hillalum said nothing. For the first time, he knew night for what it was: the shadow of the earth itself, cast against the sky.

our every utterance will reduce the amount of air left for thought and bring us closer to the moment when our thoughts cease altogether. Will it be preferable to remain mute to prolong our ability to think, or to talk until the very end? I don't know.

As he practiced his writing, Jijingi came to understand what Moseby had meant: writing was not just a way to record what someone said; it could help you decide what you would say before you said it. And words were not just the pieces of speaking; they were the pieces of thinking. When you wrote them down, you could grasp your thoughts like bricks in your hands and push them into different arrangements.

For the first time, he knew night for what it was: the shadow of the earth itself, cast against the sky. After

Milliseconds pass. My death passes before my eyes.

This evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a part of the darkness....

a happy birthday this evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a part of the darkness. I could easily have switched on a lamp, but I wanted to ride the day down into night, to sit alone, and smooth the unreadable page with the pale gray ghost of my hand

A Happy Birthday - 1939- This evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a part of the darkness. I could easily have switched on a lamp, but I wanted to ride this day down into night, to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page with the pale gray ghost of my hand.

Te sientes así; con ganas de dejar que tus neumáticos se desinflen, de dejar a los ratones construír un nido en tu silenciador, como si fuera no más que un camión en la maleza, cacareando con pollos o pegajoso con miel o sosteniendo a un frágil anciano en tu regazo mientras contempla el camino, esperando a alguien para saludarlo.

I had to come here to realise the full stature of men: here outside a grass hut, on a rough wooden bench, with no noise, no crowds, no appointments, no axe to grind, no secret to conceal, all the space and time in the world, and my heart as translucent as the glass of tea in my hand. The sense of affinity with these men is so strong that I would tear down every building in the West if I thought it would bring us together like this.

My mind became a sanctuary for secret thoughts of escaping from this household.