Quotes About Contemplation

He goes on to discuss the element of "dwelling upon" and advises that his readers can develop "special ways, tricks, private techniques, and spiritual devices" in order to achieve contemplation. One means is the use of a single syllable such as "God" or "love":

Sit down alone and in silence. Lower your head, shut your eyes, breathe out gently, and imagine yourself looking into your own heart. As you breathe out, say "Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me." Say it, moving your lips gently, or simply say it in your mind. Try to put all other thoughts aside. Be calm, be patient and repeat the process very frequently.

emblem. The meditator would place his head between his knees and whisper hymns and repeat the name of a magic emblem. Repetition of the magic emblem was used as the object to dwell upon and would chase away distractions and cause the "demons and hostile angels to flight." A state of ecstasy was reached, which Gershom G. Scholem, a scholar of Jewish mysticism, has described as "an attitude of deep self-oblivion.

Perhaps history is a thing that would stop happening if God held His breath, or could be imagined as turning away to think of something else.

Fishing is much more than fish. It is the great occasion when we may return to the fine simplicity of our forefathers.

She comes not when noon is on the roses - Too bright is day. She comes not to the soul till it reposes From work and play. But when night is on the hills, and the great voices Roll in from sea, By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight She comes to me.

Scientific information about the universe does not displace God. Some have said that they searched the heavens and did not see God. The universe with its measureless spaces remains a vast mystery to us, and those who do not find God in their immediate presence, in their heart and conscience, in the Word and the Christian community, will not find him in the universe either, even though they are equipped with the best telescopes that money can buy.

Okay Libya...got all this stuff twirling around in my head

Meditation and water are wedded for ever.

Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.

He sat thus, lost in meditation, thinking Om, his soul as the arrow directed at Brahman.

Gaze into the fire, into the clouds, and as soon as the inner voices begin to speak... surrender to them. Don't ask first whether it's permitted, or would please your teachers or father or some god. You will ruin yourself if you do that.

Philosophy is nothing else than striving through constant contemplation and saintly piety to attain knowledge of God.

Alone, she read herself into the "middle of a world", like "shutting the doors of a Cathedral". She took long solitary walks, in all weathers, talking to herself and reciting, "very lively in my head..

He is the best man who, when making his plans, fears and reflects on everything that can happen to him, but in the moment of action is bold.

T?cerea nu-i o pauz? în vorbire, ci o treab? în sine.

Never wade through the pretty ripples of perpetually flowing rivers, until you have looked at their lovely waters, and prayed to them, and washed your hands in the pale enchanting water

She felt tears dripping down her cheeks, and she wondered if anyone would ever miss her if she simply sat here, drinking coffee for days and days, years and years.

For one never thinks of you alone, Cremuel, but in company, studying the faces of other people, as if you yourself mean to paint them. You make other men think, not "what does he look like?" but "what do I look like?

Now, sensing that he has less than a week to live, he must pick up his images from where he has left them, walking his own inner terrain. . . He must traverse his whole life, waking and sleeping: you cannot leave your memories alone in this world, for other men to own.

He is not a man wedded to action, Boleyn, but rather a man who stands by, smirking and stroking his beard; he thinks he looks enigmatic, but instead he looks as if he's pleasuring himself.

The world corrupts me, I think. Or perhaps it's just the weather. It pulls me down and makes me think like you, that one should shrink inside, down and down to a little point of light, preserving one's solitary soul like a flame under glass

I urge you both, undertake no course without deep thought: but learn to think very fast.

Sometimes I'm at stool all night." 507