Quotes About Contemplation

We wizards are terrific at brooding.

The older you get, I should think, the more you will come to understand that the universe is very much a looking glass, Miss Lancaster." "Meaning what, precisely?" "That it reflects a great deal more of yourself to your senses than you probably know.

I had time to think, though I wasn't sure I wanted to.

I look at things and think about them,' Folly replied. 'And use my intuition, of course, and deduction and induction, as well as any historical or theoretical models that seem to apply.

I pressed past the outer branches of the lilacs and found a small and relatively open space in the middle. Then I waited.

Miles nodded his head, but said nothing more of the Marat. "You've much on your mind.

Let the deep things stay deep.

I closed the door behind me, while life went on.

There's only one thing to do in crisis like this - SLEEP ON IT! Garfield, the cat.

Prayer is the starting point for every decision you make.

Toward a Life of Prayer

I hope to define my life, whatever is left, by migrations, south and north with the birds and far from the metallic fever of clocks, the self staring at the clock saying, "I must do this." I can't tell the time on the tongue of the river in the cool morning air, the smell of the ferment of greenery, the dust off the canyon's rock walls, the swallows swooping above the scent of raw water.

There is the question of whether life is long enough to get over anything. I sat down on the ground to avoid tipping over from the enormity of it all.

I lean against the rail and think there much be such a thing as beautiful anxiety.

There can be a wonderful substratum of thinking going on beneath the banal tonnage of human behavior. Perhaps

They merged again one evening sitting on the porch swing watching fireflies and the thousands of stars above them, idly moving the swing back and forth with their feet. The night was unbearably beautiful with the constellations speaking their own strange language to each other. He told her he thought it might be the uninvented language used by Jesus and the Buddha to speak to each other.

With all its eyes the creature world beholds the open, while our eyes are turned in ward," said

Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens.

See enough and write it down, I tell myself, and then some morning when the world seems drained of wonder, some day when I am only going through the motions of doing what I am supposed to do... on that bankrupt morning I will simply open my notebook and there it will all be, a forgotten account with accumulated interest, paid passage back to the world out there...

It's not you. It's anyone. Sometimes I don't want anyone around. Some afternoons I lie on my bed and the light comes through the shutters on the floor and I think I never want to leave my own room.

Was it only by dreaming or writing that I could find out what I thought?

We all remember what we need to remember.

I remember thinking that I needed to discuss this with John.

In New Orleans they have mastered the art of the motionless. In