Quotes About Contemplation

To go in the water and stare at a shrimp for three minutes and not think about anything else in the world, it's just euphoric.

You'd think that radio was around long enough that someone would have coined a word for staring into space.

Something I like to do a lot is just sit by water when there's a current and just stare into the water. I don't fish, I don't hunt, I don't scuba, I don't spear, don't boat, don't play basketball or football - I excel at staring into space. I'm really good at that.

I was getting old, man. I was staring 27 in the face.

Oftentimes, when I'm trying to get inspired, I'll find myself just staring at the wall and let the fans inspire me to get creative.

I'm often spotted when I'm staring at something open-mouthed and I'm sure people must think I'm not acting.

When we look up into the starry night sky, we tend to see reflections of ourselves.

If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live a lot differently.

A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.

One of the great things about stargazing is that it's immediately at hand for so many people. You know, you could get into scuba diving or bird watching, but the stars are always up there.

And if a person is religious, I think it's good, it helps you a bit. But if you're not, at least you can have the sense that there is a condition inside you which looks at the stars with amazement and awe.

The thing I like about astronomy is being outside at night and seeing the stars in a dark sky. It makes you feel small.

I'm not really into the statements kind of thing.

I would stay in my room for days, for days at times, just trying to get it together, to know what my next phase was going to be.

I am a committed observer. I like staying in the background and seeing what's going on.

'The Survivalist' really makes you think. It stays with you.

I suppose when its your own life you dont realise what youve achieved and what youve done until youve stepped out and looked back.

Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.

What was it—I ask myself—that first vexed them into contemplations?

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,The plowman homeward plods his weary way,And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

A man with no one to revere, Julian said, is a man alone.' At that moment, he seemed to consider such loneliness the worst of fates, a sentence he would not have imposed upon the vilest man on earth. And yet, at times, I thought now, he had seemed to impose that very loneliness upon himself.

She was a woman of extended silences, I noticed, and she said very little as we walked the streets of La Boca, looking at its brightly colored houses. It was as if she understood that quiet observation was the key to knowing a place, perhaps even the key to life.

their work was a way to understand the workings of the divine.

I leant upon a coppice gateWhen Frost was specter-gray,And Winter's dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.