Quotes About Contemplation

Reading without thinking is nothing, for a book is less important for what it says than for what it makes you think.

A filosofia começa no momento em que cessa o divertimento.

En zij dacht aan hem zoals iemand na het onweer aan de bloempotten denkt, die buiten op de vensterbank stonden.

In a way, it made him sad. He couldn't help but think that a hundred times zero was still nothing.

The more the words of others impressed him with their factual content, the more he felt he must wait for his own facts before being tempted into words.

I never behold them [the heavens filled with stars] that I do not feel I am looking in the face of God. I can see how it might be possible for a man to look down upon the earth and be an atheist, but I cannot conceive how he could look up into the heavens and say there is no God.- Abraham Lincoln

O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart.

To be an artist, you need to exist in a world of silence.

When reading, one needs to remember that poets and philosophers are not prescribing courses of action but exploring aspects of existence.

I stood there in the shadowed doorway thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?

which causes me to wonder, my own purpose on so many days as humble as the spider's, what is beautiful that I make? What is elegant? What feeds the world?

Thinking is an action,

He stared for ten seconds or more, which, when eating a chocolate cake isn't much, but when staring, is.

Three craggy pine trees had stood at the far end of the green for as long as anyone remembered, like wise men who'd found what they were looking for.

What a wonderful epitaph, thought Gamache. He cared for himself.

He had a lot to ponder and he knew that everything is solved by walking.

Anyone could run around, not many could quietly wait. As they did now. But that didn't mean Chief Inspector Gamache and Inspector Lacoste did nothing. As they waited they took in their surroundings.

stick. It might look familiar to some of you,' she waited

Gamache had patiently explained, over and over, over the years, that he was doing something. He was thinking. It had taken Beauvoir years to see the power of pausing. And of patience. Of taking a breath to consider all options, all angles, and not simply acting on the most obvious.

Armand Gamache had another skill that Brébeuf didn't seem to possess. He could disappear, when he chose. And it appeared he chose to disappear at that moment. Armand Gamache sat quietly. Almost a hole in the room.

wondered why she chose her isolated

He'd once heard a judge say the most humane way to execute a prisoner was to tell him he was free. Then kill him. Gamache had struggled against that, argued against it, railed against it. Then finally, exhausted, had come to believe it.

A tone not often let out in public, preferring privacy.

absorbed she no longer existed. She'd finally absorbed herself.