Quotes About Contemplation

Lately I've been walking around talking to myself, who is full of swearing and disbelief.

Which was it? Which will it be? Solitude, misery, love?

Sometimes it's better just to think things through than to talk about them all the time.

As I sit absentmindedly bystanders stop and ask. Can they not see that I am in serenity?

So many people never pause long enough to make up their minds about basic issues of life and death. It's quite possible to go through your whole life, making the mechanical motions of living, adopting as your own sets of ideas you've come to any conclusion for yourself as to what life is all about.

even though it was beautiful and comfortable, and even though it was the world, it was also a little bit boring. No, wait. Maybe boring isn't the right word. What's the word I'm wanting here? Lonely. That's it. It was a little bit lonely.

She was looking at her life. It was the same array of property and belongings she looked at every day. Except you don't look at your life every day. You don't stand a step or two outside it and say to yourself, This is my life. You just walk through it the way she assumed a fish swims through water, never registering it as water. It's just what is.

I'd been focusing strongly on green since my days in pasture seeing through the eyes of a horse.

corneas? Why arent you off somewhere gazing

There's so much I see every day and don't really understand and I just don't stop to think about the fact that I don't really understand.

I watch the rain stream down the windows in the dark. It gives me a feeling that the whole world is taking a moment to be sad.

I couldn't just keep walking through some crap like this, like it never happened. Like everything was fine. Every now and then you need to call a time-out. Get your breath back.

Questioned where it was hiding. Maybe it was because he

And in this one perfect but probably fleeting moment . . . nothing

I didn't sleep well that night. I lost most of the night thinking about it. What does it mean when someone loses the use of most of his brain, and it makes him more kind?

his shoes and ran down onto the part of the sand where it's all wet and shiny, waiting for another wave to come in. When it did, it splashed up onto

We often try to compete with the rapid paced entertainment of television, seldom giving children a quiet moment in which to meet God, and many children lose touch with the God for whom their hearts hunger.

And if they thought her aimless, if they thought her a bit mad, let them. It meant they left her alone. Marya was not aimless, anyway. She was thinking.

They found themselves striding into the herald's square of a place called Mercutio before they could discuss whether it was nightingales or sparrows that sang so prettily in the woods.

A body needs a good memento mori to flush out the humors.

Mira, he supposed, had always lived in her own head and allowed others to visit once in a while. With advance notice. And extensive decontamination protocols.

He considers it for a moment and spits out the seeds, which sprout, quickly, into tiny junkblossoms sizzling with recursive algorithms. The algorithms wriggle through thorny vines, veins of clotted pink juice.

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