Quotes About Contemplation

taking a long walk was his preferred way to have a serious conversation. It turned

She felt at home in the lab. It was a quiet temple for individual persistence and contemplation. She could be creative and independent as she pursued a path toward her own discoveries.

I very rarely think in words at all

frequented many parlors of the mind. But he shied away from the inner chambers of the heart.

Thoughts are thoughts and that's all they are.

You never get tired of looking at the stars

Mister Sun wondered if he really believed it was true that the heart is just a pump.

The quiet felt like a huge new country that he could wander around within for years without ever meeting its coastlines. A silence the size of the sky.

Adam sat back and scoured his recent memory.

There would be internet, and books, and music. He could think, and be, and hold the world at a distance in order to see it properly.

Blaise Pascal, who said, "All man's troubles derive from not being able to sit quietly in a room alone.

Man was made to sit quietly and find the truth within.

As we become one with our Source, we begin the realignment process, thinking and contemplating more like God. We gain the wisdom necessary to understand these words written by Thomas Troward: "If you contemplate with thoughts that match originating Spirit, you have the same power as originating Spirit." This idea is anathema to the ego. But the wholeness, the oneness, that we truly are, is revealed as we begin trusting the wisdom that created us.

How do I know the ways of all things at the beginning? I look inside myself and see what is within me.

Hold on to the center. Man was made to sit quietly and find the truth within.

Snatch a thought from the running ribbon of thoughts and contemplate it. As you toss it around, notice how you feel—sad, depressed, happy, frightened, and so on. Every thought going by has an imprint on your concept of yourself. First be the observer, and then the contemplator. Now become the choice maker who can consciously decide to put that thought back into the running stream and pick a different one, a thought that perhaps allows you to feel better.

I have always loved a window, especially an open one.

Some nights in the midst of this loneliness I swung among the scattered stars at the end of the thin thread of faith alone.

We walked always in beauty, it seemed to me. We walked and looked about, or stood and looked. Sometimes, less often, we would sit down. We did not often speak. The place spoke for us and was a kind of speech. We spoke to each other in the things we saw.

Some of the best things I have ever thought of I have thought of during bad sermons.

By then I wasn't just asking questions; I was being changed by them. I was being changed by my prayers, which dwindled down nearer and nearer to silence, which weren't confrontations with God but with the difficulty--in my own mind, or in the human lot--of knowing what or how to pray. Lying awake at night, I could feel myself being changed--into what, I had no idea.

Sabbath observance invites us to stop. It invites us to rest. It asks us to notice that while we rest, the world continues without our help. It invites us to delight in the world's beauty and abundance.

Thinking is the most overrated human activity.

At the window he sits and looks out, musing on the river, a little brown hen duck paddling upstream among the windwaves close to the far bank. What he has understood lies behind him like a road in the woods. He is a wilderness looking out at the wild.