Quotes About Contemplation

Soy aire y pensamiento, y nada puedo hacer.

Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly.

To take a breath of water: does the thought panic or excite you?

As we think, we might remember that it matters not only with whom and what we choose to think; it also matters what spirit we choose to think with.

or stays up all night watching colored shadows drift across the walls? At times I have done all of these things, but not in service of science, nor of philosophy, not even of poetry.

You must spend more time thinking about the divine.

I can go for days without thinking about it; at other times it feels like a defining moment. It means nothing. It means everything.

She walks slowly. She wants to feel the prick, the push of every bit of gravel under her shoe. She wants to feel every scratch, every discomfort of this....her leaving walk.

Qué curioso, piensa ella, tener a otro tan cerca: la escala desbordante de las pestañas, de los párpados cerrados, del pelo de la frente, todo mirando hacia el mismo sitio.

Morirse será así, notar que algo se acerca y que no se puede evitar? Este pensamiento surge de la nada y le cae en la cabeza como una gota de vino en el agua, la mancha, oscura y expansiva, le colorea las ideas.

Do you think, Daniel," she said to him, rolling over onto her back so that she was able to look out of the window while she spoke, "that we might have reached the end of our story?

The witching hour," Daniel always called this time of day. He used to go out in it, every evening, and have a last cigarette as he walked the perimeter of the garden. He liked the moment, he said, when it was neither day nor night, but indefinably both.

There is, she has found, great power to be had in silence.

And she holds the photograph. She holds it in her hands. She looks at it and she knows.

I enjoy privacy. I think it's nice to have a little mystery. I think because of technology a lot of the mystery is gone in life, and I'd like to preserve some of that.

I spent quite a while gazing out and pondering what primeval forces had conspired together to create such a place. Then I ate my sandwiches.

I could see Mike and James sitting side by side, both of them gazing wordlessly into space. From what I could judge, they shared obsessions that were similar but not identical, a situation which made communion between them unworkable for the present.

In order to see him it is necessary to meet him in seclusion, far from the main activity of the business scene.

Those who know how to think need no teachers.

Peace to the hint of sadness in your eyes.

Remember yourself before all turns to dust

Küçük bir parçac?ktan yolculuk etti külle; Tekrar dönüp dü?ündü aleme bakt? i?te;

Commune with your own heart on your bed and be still.

Philip Murdstone sat considering the phrase 'depths of despair'. Its plural implied that there were, even now, levels of it he had yet to experience.