Quotes About Contemplation

Shouldn't a great museum foster serious seeing before all else?

There are endless what-ifs that have really made me have an appreciation for my journey and everything I have experienced along the way.

I think about my journey sometimes.

I am often lost in my own world, with a frown on my face.

I am in my own head most of the time.

I like to take my time with things.

I liked roaming around by myself.

All this is only for the mice and myself to admire!

Whether the earth was created in seven days or seven actual eras, I'm not sure we'll ever be able to answer that. It's one of the great mysteries.

I think mystery... allows us time to dream.

I'll tell you what: I believe mysticism is a very serious endeavor. One must be equipped for it.

For years, I longed to hear Armstrong describe what it was like to contemplate Earth from 238,900 miles away. Former Space Center director George Abbey once told me that many NASA astronauts felt that looking at Earth was akin to a religious experience.

I seldom go into a natural history museum without feeling as if I were attending a funeral.

I think that being in an extreme natural setting, and letting the natural world and what it's doing permeate your thoughts, is super-interesting and super-important.

A thorn ripped a gash that he didn't feel. His body was far away from his mind. He leaned back and stared at a patch of sky through the intertwining limbs. Nothing made sense.

If you cannot improve upon the silence, do not speak.

But it is the mark of a leader, to hold all possibilities, even the unpleasant—even the unthinkable.

Many Jedi would raise eyebrows at the thought of meditating in a bar, but Vos had done it before.

Journal writing is a voyage to the interior.

A] person whose head is bowed and whose eyes are heavy cannot look at the light.

I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It's frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It's as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can't get you out.

He rarely smoked, but once in a while, like now, when his world had been shaken, his woman nearly killed in front of his eyes, and he'd watched a house consume a man and spit him out, he figured a drag or two were appropriate.

His thoughtful Grace. He liked that trait in her. Te stillness in her. She brought a sense of peace to her surroundings.

He liked that she gave the questions thought. That she actually saw the mysteries and worked at solving them.