Quotes About Contemplation

Has pensado alguna vez en la muerte? Sí. A veces. ¿Y tú? Sí. A veces. ¿Crees que existe un cielo? Sí. ¿Tú no? No lo sé. Quizá sí. ¿Crees que puedes creer en el cielo si no crees en el infierno? Creo que puedes creer lo que quieras.

He knew that he should wonder what was to become of him.

Then he just sat there holding the binoculars and watching the ashen daylight congeal over the land. He knew only that the child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.

He built no fire. He lay listening to the horse crop the grass at his stakerope and he listened to the wind in the emptiness and watched stars trace the arc of the hemisphere and die in the darkness at the edge of the world and as he lay there the agony in his heart was like a stake.

They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard

Wow, said Bianca.

He said the wicked know that if the ill they do be of sufficient horror men will not speak against it. That men have just enough stomach for small evils and only these will they oppose. He said that true evil has power to sober the smalldoer against his own deeds and in the contemplation of that evil he may even find the path of righteousness which has been foreign to his feet and may have no power but to go upon it.

Dark and cold and no wind and a thin gray reef beginning along the eastern rim of the world. He walked out on the prairie and stood holding his hat like some supplicant to the darkness over them all and he stood there for a long time.

she said that God was not interested in our theology but only in our silence.

What should give you pause is that suicides scales with intelligence in the animal kingdom and you might wonder if this is not true of individuals as well as species.

He sat a long time and he thought about his life and how little of it he could ever have foreseen and he wondered for all his will and all his intent how much of it was his own doing.

He lay down in his blankets. It was growing dark, long late mid-summer twilight in the woods. He wanted to go down to the river to bathe but he felt too bad. He turned over and looked at the small plot of ground in the crook of his arm. My life is ghastly, he told the grass.

He walked out on the prairie and stood holding his hat like some supplicant to the darkness over them all and he stood there for a long time.

I didnt know you were a bird watcher. I'm not. I'm a forever watcher.

Lastly she said that God was not interested in our theology but only in our silence.

Entonces despertó y se quedó contemplando las estrellas a través del zarzal de ramas de los árboles e intentó dilucidar qué sitio podía ser aquel donde se encontraba Boyd, pero Boyd estaba muerto y hecho una piltrafa envuelto en el petate aguas arriba entre los árboles, y Billy bajó la cara y se echó a llorar.

Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world's more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.

Wie gross kleine Geraeusche in der Stille werden.

Sometimes a crow lands on the roof of the house. It sits there for hours and watches the girl. The woman doesn't chase the bird away.

Yes I do enjoy walking at night. The world's a lot more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a great deal more mysterious

She] did not reply. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She just wanted to listen to what her bewildered heart was telling her.

If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame.

February turned into March and Hiccup was still thinking. A few flowers made the mistake of appearing and were immediately blasted out of existence by a couple of hard frosts that had kept themselves back for this very purpose.

I actually liked the disolation of winter; it was the season when it was okay to be unhappy. If I were to ever kill myself, I thought it would be in the summer.