Quotes About Contemplation

Ser un solitario es algo constitutivo, una forma de ser, algo que no suele cambiar con el paso del tiempo ni con que se llene la casa de gente.

Exactly why we survive and can look back with furrowed brow is beyond me.

Enter the title) "...It takes a personal question (or moment of doubt could be another way of thinking about it) and interrogates lines of inquiry surrounding that question, historically and psychologically. After a while the answer is known but it no longer matters because the expanding life of the question is what keeps us reading. This is the kind of book that demands I slow down the closer I get to its end, preparing myself for the loss of the speaker in my world.

You can close the shutters on your life and dwell in a dreamlike existence, poor in deeds but effervescent in thought.

philosophical speculation can provide a stimulus for scientific breakthroughs.

But of, but what, but whether, but who, but nevertheless, but insofar, but why, but otherwise, but even if-

People always want to move forward even when they are just sitting. They lean forward, look sideways, look backwards and even stand up to see what is ahead of them. Realizing they are actually facing a mirror in front of them.

There is no boredom or denial of faith in solitude, only privacy of priorities.

Finally you get to the age when a book's power to make you think becomes the first thing you notice about it.

No cries, no convulsions, nothing more than a face fixed in thought. The gods no longer existed, Christ didn't exist yet, and there was, from Cicero to Marcus Aurelius, a unique moment in which man was alone. —GUSTAVE FLAUBERT, IN AN 1861

Sartre and Camus were only two of the many thinkers about politics who, being gentiles, could stay in Paris and think about politics there if they chose. It was a dubious privilege.

A man once asked Rumi, "Why is it you talk so much about silence?" His answer: "The radiant one inside me has never said a word.

Build a far mosque where you can read your soul-book and listen to the dreams that grew in the night.

Solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom.

There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

Pureté et solitude sont un seul et même malheur.

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I'm past thinking,' said Sarah quietly.

This was exactly why holidays were so valuable, he told himself: they allowed you to stand back a bit, and see where you were going rusty.

Clever people seem not to feel the natural pleasure of bewilderment, and are always answering questions when the chief relish of a life is to go on asking them (Frank Moore Colby)

O pensamento é uma qualidade da alma, que a si mesma se multiplica

Applicants for wisdom do what I have done: inquire within

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Yolun gitti?i yeri unutan? hat?rla.