Quotes About Contemplation

The shots had dispersed the birds; there remained only two marabous, standing between ten and twenty paces away and plunged in reverie. They were like two old men with bald heads pressed between the shoulders.

I still seem to hear Sniatynski's words: "Do not philosophize her away, as you have philosophized away your abilities and your thirty-five years of life." I know it leads to nothing, I know it is wrong, but I do not know how not to think. 13

Thoughts like mine are not reckoned among the delights of life. It is like the dog trying to catch his tail; he does not catch anything. I do not prove anything, only tire myself; but have the satisfaction that another day has passed, or another night gone by. I

O ?mierci nie warto my?le?, bo ona bez naszej pomocy o nas my?li.

The more mental effort he made the clearer he saw that it was undoubtedly so: that he had really forgotten and overlooked one little circumstance in life - that Death would come and end everything, so that it was useless to begin anything, and that there was no help for it, Yes it was terrible but true

When in doubt, my dear fellow, do nothing.

By digging into our souls, we often dig up what might better have remained there unnoticed." Alexis Alexandrovich

If you once realize that to-morrow, if not to-day, you will die and nothing will be left of you, everything becomes insignificant!

Konstantin Levin did not like talking or hearing about the beauty of nature. For him words took away the beauty of what he saw.

Thus, in spite of his solitude, or in consequence of his solitude, his life was exceedingly full.

Yet that grief and this joy were alike outside all the ordinary conditions of life; they were loop-holes, 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 which reason lagged behind, unable to keep up with it.

And the dog you're taking with you will be no help to you. You can't get away from yourselves.

Pierre held the hand of his betrothed in silence, looking at her beautiful bosom as it rose and fell.

And do you know, there's less charm in life, when one thinks of death, but there's more peace.

Levin tried to drink a little coffee, and put a piece of roll into his mouth, but his mouth could do nothing with it. He took the piece out of his mouth, put on his overcoat and went out to walk about again.

He walked down, for a long while avoiding looking at her as at the sun, but seeing her, as one does the sun without looking.

Great common truths are disclosed to man only when he is alone: they are the revelation made by solitude in the thick of collective action.

in spite of his solitude, or in consequence of his solitude, his life was exceedingly full.

She understood he became a monk in order to be above those who considered his superiors...it led him to God, to his childhood`s faith which had never been destroyed in him...

E, abrigando os olhos com a mão, consultou o sol.

People who are given to deliberating on their actions generally find themselves in a serious frame of mind when it comes to embarking on a journey or changing their mode of life. At such moments one reviews the past and forms plans for the future.

But the more he strained to think, the clearer it became to him that it was undoubtedly so, that he had actually forgotten, overlooked in his life one small circumstance - that death would come and everything would end, that it was not worth starting anything and that nothing could possibly be done about it. Yes, it was terrible, but it was so.

We often believe that our life moves forward only when we meet others. This is not true. Our real lives unfold when we are alone, when we are one-on-one with our thoughts. A thought is a great force. This force finds its way out of a person through words, making one's deeds a blessing or a curse, depending on whether it was a good or bad thought. It

No matter what he thought about, he always returned to these same questions which he could not solve and yet could not cease to ask himself. It was as if the thread of the chief screw which held his life together were stripped, so that the screw could not get in or out, but went on turning uselessly in the same place.