Quotes About Contemplation

Se på havet. Hva bryr vel det seg om krenkelser? Buck Mulligan

the park's so dark by kindlelight. But look what you have in your handself!

It's in the silence you feel you hear.

Ä°ÅŸi zordu -hayat? zordu- ama ÅŸimdi tam da b?rak?p gitmek üzereyken o kadar da istenmeyecek bir hayat deÄŸil gibi geldi.

A side eye at my Hamlet hat

being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language ... than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?

Quietly, sure of his ground, he traversed the dismal fields.

or a jaculation from the garden of the soul.

Thought is a thought of thought

It is like whispering to one's self and listening at the same time.

A vague dissatisfaction grew up within him as he looked on the quays and on the river and on the lowering skies and yet he continued to wander up and down day after day as if he really sought someone that eluded him

He chronicled with patience what he saw, detaching himself from it and tasting its mortifying flavor in secret

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers laced behind my head, and wondered at the complexities and contradictions that must have existed in the earth's original clay when God first scooped it up in His palms.

Thinking at night isn't good for anybody.

I'm looking out at the desert and thinking of you. I don't know why.

He was riding back through a doorway in time to a place that had nothing to do with the airplanes, and motorized vehicle and telephones wires, and radios that surrounded him now....... The woods in late autumn had become his private sun dappled cathedral, one that contained presences antithetical to the conventional notion of a church.

The mystics may have found solace in the meditative life, but I think there are days when memory and solitude are not one's friend.

Solitude and peace with oneself are probably the only preparation one has for death.

this area, most

The sky was purple, streaked with fire, the palm trees like scorched tin cutouts against the sun. I woke at four in the morning and could not sleep again, my heart congealed with a sense of mortality that I could not explain.

spent the rest of the afternoon in my room. A faucet was ticking in the bathroom as loudly as a mechanical clock, with the same sense of urgency and waste. I tried to tighten the

His jaw went slack, the way an old man's does when his thought processes take him into blind alleys.

I didn't mind being alone. Solitude and peace with oneself are probably the only preparation one has for death.

Some see the self in the self by means of the self through meditation; others through S??khya yoga; and others through the yoga of action.