Quotes About Contemplation

What most observers failed to perceive in him was something quite bafflingly simple—a love of quietness, contemplation, and being alone.

Miss Brinklow, however, was not yet to be sidetracked, "What do the lamas do?" she continued. "They devote themselves, madam, to contemplation and to the pursuit of wisdom." "But that isn't doing anything." "Then, madam, they do nothing." "I thought as much.

_ What do the [monks] do? [...] _ They devote themselves, madam, to contemplation and to the pursuit of wisdom. _ But that isn't *doing* anything. _ Then, madam, they do nothing. _ I thought as much.

suspicion had sometimes been current that he really was as unruffled as he looked, and that whatever happened, he did not give a damn. But this, too, like the laziness, was an imperfect interpretation. What most observers failed to perceive in him was something quite bafflingly simple—a love of quietness, contemplation, and being alone.

If you'd had all the experiences I've had, you'd know that there are times in life when the most comfortable thing is to do nothing at all.

There are times when alone is the best place to be.

I will never be bored as long as my thoughts are with me.

The best things I enjoy in life. Is why I don't go to bed and go to sleep.

I've always been a Free Bird but stop to consider all aspects of life not that I understand or spend time wondering if I actually know what's ahead. I go there anyway I can.

Be silent or let your words be worth more than silence.

Some days... are for dreaming.

Sometimes I need to remind myself to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, and hold my tongue. Before I speak.

16th a day of no action

Thought is the thought of thought.

That is horse piss and rotted straw, he thought. It is a good odour to breathe. It will calm my heart. My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.

She was alone and still, gazing out to sea; and when she felt his presence and the worship of his eyes her eyes turned to him in quiet sufferance of his gaze, without shame or wantonness.

It was very big to think about everything and everywhere. Only God could do that.

He went up to his room after dinner in order to be alone with his soul: and at every step his soul seemed to sigh: at every step his soul mounted with his feet, sighing in the ascent, through a region of viscid gloom.

Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eon of the gods.

Stephen looked coldly on the oblong skull beneath him overgrown with tangled twine-coloured hair.

His soul had loved to muse in secret on this desire. He had seen himself, a young and silent-mannered priest, entering a confessional swiftly, ascending the altarsteps, incensing, genuflecting, accomplishing the vague acts of the priesthood which pleased him by reason of their semblance of reality and of their distance from it.

He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad.

skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about his legs the loose folds of his

Yes, evening will find itself in me, without me.