Quotes About Contemplation

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

Now it is thus with time in Elfland: in the eternal beauty that dreams in that honied air nothing stirs or fades or dies, nothing seeks its happiness in movement or change or a new thing, but has its ecstasy in the perpetual contemplation of all the beauty that has ever been, and which always glows over those enchanted lawns as intense as when first created by incantation or song.

I was a shadow among shadows brooding over the fate of other shadows that I alone strove to summon up out of the all-pervading dusk.

Perhaps he knew, there in the grass by the waters, that he had before him an immense journey.

Taking a final pleasure in what the wind can neither proclaim nor destroy, I am a student of nightfall, I claim no other profession.

Some men are daylight readers, who peruse the ambiguous wording of clouds or the individual letter shapes of wandering birds. Some, like myself, are librarians of the night, whose ephemeral documents consist of root-inscribed bones or whatever rustles in the thickets upon solitary walks.

Nunca dejes de respetar a alguien que tiene tiempo para aburrirse. De ahí salen los sabios.

He took a deep, long swig and closed his eyes.

The world around me fades.

It's ironic that when I was alive, all I thought about was death.

Being silent is like emptying the trash. When you stop tossing junk into the void—words,words,words—something important rises to the surface.

Who looks inside, awakes.

It's only in silence that people can truly hear themselves. ... Even great joy is sometimes best expressed through silence.

every few minutes. Harrington did it

If a nuclear disaster occurred, and you had to live out those final painful days just stretched out somewhere thinking about your life--This is who I am. This is what I love. This is what I believe--who would you want hearing your whispers? Or perhaps better: Who do you trust to hear your whispers? Whose breath do you want mingled with your own? Whose flesh still warm beside you?

A glass of wine is always the solution. Even if you aren't sure of the problem." PHOEBE TRAEGER

She stilled in the early-morning sun and slowly turned to face Parker, who'd followed her out. He wore his clothes with the same ease he'd worn nothing at all. And dammit, she really needed to stop thinking about that.

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he'd given a lot of thought to the same thing. "'Night," she whispered. "Night," he whispered back. And yet neither of them moved.

I love watching him think, Maeve told Lily. You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel.

I leaned my head back on the couch and closed my eyes. I'm not sure what to do next. How are you as a sounding board? I can look interested and nod at appropriate moments, he said. Good enough, I said.

It's a rational sort of fear that puts a lawn chair down in the front of your thoughts and brings a cooler of drinks along with it.

I didn't look up, occupied as I was with brooding, a famous pastime of wizards everywhere.

I did absolutely nothing. Carefully.

I try to make thinking an ongoing process.