Quotes About Contemplation

She leans into the memory. She stares. She concentrates. What IS it that's she's looking for, trying to get straight at last?

Neputând gândi moartea, nu ne raman, dupa cum s-ar parea, decat doua solutii: sau sa gandim asupra mortii, in jurul mortii, cu privire la moarte, sau sa ne gandim la altceva decat la moarte, de exemplu la viata. Prima solutie ineaca problema in oceanul generalitatilor inofensive. Dupa cum vom vedea, eufemia si perifraza sunt, fata de indicibil, ceea ce aceasta filosofie marginala e fata de incomprehensibil: o art? de a tr?nc?ni pe lâng? subiect.

Thought depends absolutely on the stomach, but in spite of that, those who have the best stomachs are not the best thinkers.

We are rarely proud when we are alone.

Thought applies to an idea expressed or unexpressed that comes into your mind as a result of reflection, and reflection takes time.

A verbal art like poetry is reflective it stops to think. Music is immediate, it goes on to become.

Thoughts on his own death, like the distant roll of thunder at a picnic.

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That for all they care, I can go to hell.

What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare?

What is this life if, so full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

Para soñar hace falta libertad, soledad...

Prayer gives a man the opportunity of getting to know a gentleman he hardly ever meets. I do not mean his maker, but himself.

W. Scott Poole

the Byzantine style, which so few care for to-day, but which moves me because these tall, emaciated angels and saints seem to have less relation to the world about us than to an abstract pattern of flowing lines that suggest an imagination absorbed in the contemplation of Eternity.

To know the mountain and the valley have grieved May be a quiet thought [...]

I sometimes think since I've retired, sitting in the shade here and feeling the winds shift, I must have been filled with a child dread you could catch somebody's dying if you got too close. And you can't be too sure.

Cast a cold eye on life, on death Horseman pass by

Thank God for books as an alternative to conversation.

All we are not stares back at what we are.

Let me see what I wrote so I know what I think

Were all stars to disappear and die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time. —W. H. Auden, "The More Loving One

O plunge your hands in water, Plunge them in up to the wrist; Stare, stare in the basin And wonder what you've missed

Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time.

You have to make time, even for something as universal as staring at the stars.