Quotes About Contemplation

At the corner she looked suddenly far away and saw the street go straight out to the sky. She looked up to the sky and saw it go everywhere, and my, she thought, how large it is, what a large place it is. What a large world. So many different people, so many different places, close by and far away, people everywhere, places everywhere. What a fine place to be in.

Get thee to a nunnery.

But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.

for the eye sees not itself, but by reflection, by some other things.

What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?

I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not the soldier's which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness.

woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see

Now I see the mystery of your loneliness .

But, soft! methinks I do digress too much

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...

Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

William Shakespeare

speak to me as to thy thinking As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words...

Tell me, sweet lord, what is 't that takes from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth And start so often when thou sit'st alone? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick-eyed musing and curst melancholy?

Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts.

Hay más cosas en el cielo y en la Tierra, Horacio, de las que contempla tu filosofía.

We rest your hermits.

My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; And I myself see not the bottom of it.

For now I stand as one upon a rock Environed with a wilderness of sea.

I like your silence, it the more shows off your wonder.

Reading - the best state yet to keep absolute loneliness at bay.

When Mr Bird had written his will and had read it over he became aware that he was laughing. He heard the sound for some time, a minute or a minute and a quarter, and then he recognized its source and wondered why he was laughing like that, such a quiet, slurping sound, like the lapping of water.

She thought of death and of her own in particular: the death of her body and the death of her face.

then found a bench in a