Quotes About Contemplation

There are many things in life that become different if you take a long look at them.

One cannot spend forever sitting and solving the mysteries of one's history.

Memento mori- remember you will die.

Memento Mori' means 'Remember you will die.

Tea is difficult to drink quickly, because it is hot and needs time to steep, and so a cup of tea forces you to slow down and think as you wait for it to cool and become more flavorful.

trivial as her hair. This morning she was thinking about how to construct

If you enter a library looking for a particularly quiet place to read, head straight for the philosophy section. Because no one likes to read philosophy, no one will be there, and you will be undisturbed to read, to write or just to think and keep watch, as I do and have always done.

But there are many things in life that become different if you take a long look at them

Memento Mori' means 'Remember you will die.

it is almost as if enormous philosophical questions are not designed to be answered at all, but just to make you think

From time to time, the Baudelaire children looked at one another, but with their future such a mystery they could think of nothing to say.

I am a loneliness savant

Violet and Klaus looked down at the

Contemplava-o por todo o tempo que não vira, impaciente como sempre de verificar a imagem que dele fizera durante a ausência. E, como sempre, a imaginação superava a realidade.

Ik zal met mijn verstand niet kunnen begrijpen waarom ik bid en toch zal ik blijven bidden.

If, then, I were asked for the most important advice I could give, that which I considered to be the most useful to the men of our century, I should simply say: in the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.

Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.

And you know, there's less charm in life when you think about death--but it's more peaceful.

Life is too long to say anything definitely; always say perhaps.

But that had been grief--this was joy. Yet that grief and this joy were alike outside all the ordinary conditions of life; they were loopholes, as it were, in that ordinary life through which there came glimpses of something sublime. And in the contemplation of this sublime something the soul was exalted to inconceivable heights of which it had before had no conception, while reason lagged behind, unable to keep up with it.

A snatch of Nietzsche came to him

I suddenly felt tired of listening to my own voice.

You might say a prayer or two while you're waiting.

a pleasant reverie