Quotes About Contemplation

a complicit mustiness hung in the air, the odour of silence and calm.

Qu'est-ce qui vous effraie le plus dans la pureté? — La hâte.

of knowledge is for monks.

So it is best for you to withdraw into the world of your portents, for there at least you can decide yourself how portentous they are.

Ruh yaln?z gerçeÄŸi düÅŸünürken dingindir; iyi iÅŸlerden sevinç duyar; gerçeÄŸe ve iyi ÅŸeylereyse gülünmez. Ä°sa'n?n gülmeyiÅŸinin nedeni buydu iÅŸte. Gülme kuÅŸkunun k??k?rt?c?s?d?r.' 'Ama kimi zaman kuÅŸkulanmak doÄŸrudur.

Lampedusa, Bassani y Cassola. Por mi parte, hoy

One could not stand and watch very long without becoming philosophical, without beginning to deal in symbols and similes, and to hear the hog squeal of the universe. Was it permitted to believe that there was nowhere upon the earth, or above the earth, a heaven for hogs, where they were requited for all this suffering? Each one of these hogs was a separate creature.

Today, girls,' said Miss Renshaw, 'we shall go out into the beautiful Gardens and think about death.

Like old men and like the majority of thinkers, he slept little.

It is the first time I am in a church and I don't like it. It is as though they are making me eat beef and pork. The flowers and the brass and the old smell and the body on the cross make me think of the dead. The funny taste is in my mouth, my old nausea, and I feel I would vomit if I swallow.

Out of every kind of nervousness I didn't move.

The Discipline of Solitude invites us to empty our lives and minds of constant noise and clutter so that we may be filled with the still small voice of God and that from hearing God's voice we can speak to a hurting world.

I do not think it matters whether one agrees or not as long as ons is forced to think.

I do not think it matters whether one agrees or not as long as one is forced to think.

And this man, who during three long decades had not once remembered that the world contains lilac bushes - and pansies, sandy garden paths, little carts with containers of fizzy water - this man gave a deep sigh, convinced now that life had gone on in his absence, that life had continued.

I've never known a tranquil atheist. Don't they always look like they just sat on a tack?

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.

There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.

Human thought has no limit. At its risk and peril, it analyzes and dissects its own fascination. We could almost say that, by a sort of splendid reaction, it fascinates nature; the mysterious world surrounding us returns what it receives; it is likely that contemplators are contemplated.

You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable. You have beside you a sweeter radiance and a greater mystery, woman.

The best way to look at the soul is through closed eyes.

What more could he need, this old man whose little leisure was divided between day-time gardening and night-time contemplation? Was not that narrow space with the sky its ceiling room enough for the worship of God in the most delicate of his works and in the most sublime? A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in -what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

As time rolls on, however, we discover that duty is a series of compromises; we contemplate life, regard its end, and submit; but it is a submission which makes the heart bleed.

The soul of the just contemplates in sleep a mysterious heaven.