Quotes About Contemplation

I don't deal with the nuts and bolts of life.

I don't think most people know what's going to be in their obituary, but I do.

Sometimes I feel like distance helps observation.

You know, like, real paying attention and real observation and deep thought and deep consideration can be a bit, you know, miserable-making.

When I drive, I check out everything I see, and just taking in all those observations helps me think. So I draw and write a lot as I drive, and I know that's dangerous, but I manage to do it off to the side, with my notes on the seat.

If I get to know somebody, I'll open up, but other than that I like to sit back and observe things.

I think it's just my nature to stay on the outside so that I can understand and observe.

I like to observe others a lot.

Running is the one part of my life in which I fundamentally feel like the observer instead of the observed.

I like to think of myself as an observer.

Who will observe the observers?

My feeling is that if there are that many billions of stars, maybe someone is saying exactly what I'm saying at this moment. I don't know. It's not something I'm obsessed by or think about all the time, but I certainly open to thinking it could be.

I mean, obviously when you've a lot of time on your hands, you get together and you're always always debating that team vs. that team, that player vs. that player, all these hypothetical matchups.

I write in a journal occasionally. But it is not a daily discipline for me.

Occupy yourself in beholding and bewailing your own imperfections rather than contemplating the imperfections of others.

I sat there and forgot and forgot, until what remained was the river that went by and I who watched. On the river the heat mirages danced with each other and then they danced through each other and then they joined hands and danced around each other. Eventually the watcher joined the river, and there was only one of us. I believe it was the river.

How can a question be answered that asks a lifetime of questions?

He was drinking and contemplating his fear. It seemed to him that he had been afraid all his life, but in recent years, or so it seemed, he had learned how to take a step into his fear, how to take the action which frightened him most (and so could free him the most). He did not do it always, who could? but he had come to think that the secret to growth was to be brave a little more than one was cowardly, simple as that, indeed

The more you give yourself to the universe, the more passive you become, the closer you will be to the secrets of the universe.

the church, but in memory I go and stand

Since you got here by not thinking, it seems reasonable to expect that, in order to get out, you must start thinking.

Why, did you know that there are almost as many kinds of stillness as there are sounds? But, sadly enough, no one pays any attention to them these days.

and, most of all, of how much could be accomplished with just a little thought.

He had become enveloped in the Indian Summer of the Soul.