Quotes About Contemplation

You're bound to get ideas if you go thinking' about stuff.

Bought two quarts of beer for breakfast.

He raised his face into the sky and his soul arose out of him into the sun's afterglow.

Kaip greitai nakt? lekia mintys po kojom šerkšnui girgždant.

Those sons-of-bitches over there ain't buying. Every yard gets 'em. They're lookers. Spend all their time looking. Don't want to buy no cars; take up your time. Don't give a damn for your time.

Lee watched him for a while before he went back to his kitchen. He lifted the breadbox and took out a tiny volume bound in leather, and the gold tooling was almost completely worn away—The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius in English translation.

I take my two pipes in the afternoon, no more and no less, like the elders. And I feel that I am a man. And I feel that a man is a very important thing—maybe more important than a star.

Hani bazen olur ya, o an uzad?, her andan çok daha uzun bir an oldu. Ses kesildi, hareket durdu... uzun süre öylece havada as?l? kalakald? her ÅŸey.

Mack's eyes looked off into space and his lips were parted. He could see it all. "Hughie," he said, "I think you got something there. I never would of thought you could do it, but by God you really rang a duck that time.

If only I wouldn't take this book so seriously. It is just a book after all, and a book is very dead in a very short time. And I'll be dead in a very short time too. So the hell with it. Let's slow down, not in pace or wordage but in nerves.

kind of warm silence.

The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man.

It is the hour of the pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.

Damn you, I want to think. I'll want to take this off alone where I can pick it apart and see. Maybe you've tumbled a world for me. And I don't know what I can build in my world's place.

Sometimes I'd pray like I always done. On'y I couldn' figure what I was prayin' to or for. There was the hills, an' there was me, an' we wasn't separate no more. We was one thing. An' that one thing was holy.

live your way into the answer.1 —RAINER MARIA RILKE'S ADVICE TO A YOUNG POET

How many more, I must ask myself, such perfect ends of Augusts will I witness?

The eddies his breath set in motion were destroying the smoke sculptures I was erecting. The pipestem was warm on my lower lip and I thought of lip cancer. I often think about how I will die, what disease or surgical procedure will have me in its tarantula grip, what indifferent hospital wall and weary night nurse will witness my last breath, my last second, the impossibly fine point to which my life will have been sharpened.

Intent on prayer, she has a dumb girl's sweet piercing way of putting her whole body into one thing at a time.

He lay on his back like a town suspended from a steeple. He

Harry sits wordless staring through the windshield, rigid in body, rigid in spirit. The curving highway seems a wide straight road that has opened up in front of him. There is nothing he wants to do but go down it.

I stand there sipping and savoring for over ten minutes, thinking of the man I read about who weighed six hundred pounds from drinking vast amounts of tap water.

I have to speak my mind. Because what is in my mind is always more interesting than what is happening in the world outside my mind.

we had talked ourselves into silence.