Quotes About Contemplation

It was in a way a comforting idea; if there was all the time in the world, then the happening of a given moment became less important. I could see, perhaps, how one could draw back a little, seek some respite in the contemplation of an endless Being, whatever one conceived its nature to be.

Ä°nsan hayat?n ve sonsuz varl???n getirdiÄŸi bitmez düÅŸüncelere bazen ara vermek istiyordu, varl???n?n doÄŸas? nas?l planlanm?? olursa olsun, oradan kaçmak istiyordu.

Hell was full of clocks, he was sure of it. There was no torment, after all, that could not be exacerbated by a contemplation of time passing. The large case clock at the end of the corridor had a particularly penetrating tick-tock, audiable above and through all the noises of the house. It seemed to Lord John Grey to echo his own heartbeats, each one a step on the road towards death.

But we do not fear silence, for often God speaks loudest in the quiet of our hearts." And

you understood why people have always looked up into the sky when talking to God. You need to feel the immensity of something very much bigger than yourself, and there it is—immeasurably vast, and always near at hand. Covering you.

But we do not fear silence, for often God speaks loudest in the quiet of our hearts.

I hadn't spent so much time in bemused contemplation of a penis since I was sixteen or so, and here I was, preoccupied with three of the things.

Grey sat in his bedchamber, unshaven and attired in his nightshirt, banyan, and slippers, drinking tea and debating with himself whether the authoritative benefits conferred by wearing his uniform outweighed the possible consequences - both sartorial and social - of wearing it into the slumps of London to inspect a three-day-old corpse.

astutely observes that a Man's sense of

mouth worked a little, but he shook his head. "I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ no. Perhaps 

furrowed. "Let

But Ã¢â'¬Â¦ do you actually do anything?" I asked. "Er, pray, I mean?" "I? Well," he said slowly, "I sit, and I look at Him." A wide smile stretched the fine-drawn lips. "And He looks at me.

I? Well," he said slowly, "I sit, and I look at Him." A wide smile stretched the fine-drawn lips. "And He looks at me.

left me studying the birds, with the assurance that he would shortly

his hesitation. "Is it a

also was remembering the baronet who might have been his father. He reached

I have been in perturbation of mind for days, debating whether I shall write it, and now, having written, whether to send it.

clouds of distress. "I—well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I think so.

balefully at his figures, rumpling a hand through his

They had learned not to expect him to talk until he had shaved; words came hard after a month's solitude. Not that he could think of nothing to say; it was more that the words inside formed a logjam in his throat, battling each other to get out in the short time he had. He needed those few minutes of careful grooming to pick and choose, what he would say first and to whom.

of grass, watching the

remained on hands and knees, eyes narrowed thoughtfully

Don't tell me you didn't think of that when you decided to come here.

The mountains had their own time, and a wise man didn't hurry them.