Quotes About Contemplation

I wonder what I've married into," Morgan Williams says. But really, this is just something Morgan says; some men have a habitual sniffle, some women have a headache, and Morgan has this wonder.

He does not even hate Francis Weston, any more than you hate a biting midge; you just wonder why it was created.

For a month he is at home: he reads.

Gardiner, he thinks. It may not be proper to call

One can learn from that, he thinks.

Glance at the sun. See the moon and the stars. Gaze at the beauty of the Earth's greenings. Now, think.

I wanted to house myself in SL's thinking. It was so big and well lit, like a large house sitting solid on the bank of a river.

To do nothing is also a good remedy.

To do nothing is sometimes a good remedy.

Do you remember how many breads you have eaten in your life?

This surely is the way to be, I thought to myself, that one should take hold of those one loves most and simply look into their eyes for a long time, or perhaps, for eternity.

Am fost întotdeauna un singuratic. Mi-am purtat singur?tatea prin mul?imea de oameni, a?a cum î?i poart? melcul casa în spinare. La unii, singur?tatea nu e o stare în care au ajuns printr-o întâmplare a vie?ii, ci o tr?s?tur? fundamental?.

Jag tror icke att en tänkare behöver söka ensamheten. Den ensamhet, han behöver, för han med sig, som snigeln sitt hus. Mitt i människovimlet följer den honom, ty den är ingen yttre omständighet, men en egenskap.

It's the kind of day that might make you wonder about the meaning of life, and discover that there is none.

A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with "a sort of greedy enjoyment," as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was "saturated with the bouquet of silence."

the end of reading is not more books but more life

The better the book the more room for the reader.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you.

He's quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.

Call went through much of the next day in a daze.

Mom and Zacharov?" I shrug. "I know. It's weird, right? I'm trying really hard not to think about it." "You mean about the part that if Zacharov and Mom got married, that would make you and Lila brother and sister?

is the soul.

I crouch in the hollow beneath the tree, looking up at the spangled sky and the bright scythe of a moon.

To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.