Quotes About Contemplation

Here I am reading quotes with only one person on my mind the whole time.

But a woman couldn't stop her thoughts until she had them, now could she?

How can you hear your soul if everyone is talking?

Poetry?" ... "No, just thoughts, glimpses, things running through my head.

I left and went to the roof, where it was only me, a thousand blinking stars, and the beauty of darkness stretched to the ends of the universe, snuffing out the endless games of courts and kingdoms.

I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.

His eyes narrowed as if contemplating the gravity of the unforgivable. That was what I both hated and loved about Rafe. He challenged me on everything I said, but he also listened intently. He listened as if every word I said mattered.

How many hours can one person spend locked in a bathroom, looking at skin, hair, eyes. Feeling fingers, toes. And the absurdity of a belly button?

Nada, decididamente, cuando contemplaba aquellos magníficos volúmenes, nada podía compararse con tanta belleza. Más aún cuando pensaba que cada una de aquellas portadas de cuero envolvía la personalidad de una obra. Una personalidad eterna, inmutable, fiel, lo cual era imposible de decir de los hombres

I was always observing. Even while talking, living, going through every motion, I was watching myself and the situation. That's a writer. Always observing.

but you do not think much about the stars. They are always there. Look at them when you have a moment.

Faith is a choice like any other. If you're picking a career or a husband - or deciding whether to have a baby - there are feelings and reasons pro and con out the wazoo. But thinking it through is - at the final hour - horse dookey. You can only try out.

She considered [her] life, which had not been a life but only a sort of greeting, a Hello There.

To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.

resist the temptation to jump to a solution;

I could not tell what I should fill even this one day with; and there were years ahead. She

Sintió ese tipo de falsa resignación que puede engañarnos cuando contemplamos los contratiempos en un momento en el que no los experimentamos.

He was filled with a vast sense of the momentous, of unknown mysteries. He did not know what he should demand of himself, nor did it seem to matter, for he had not chosen this music he moved to, it had chosen him.

Sharing a room with a cadaver is only mildly different from being in a room alone. They are the same sort of company as people across from you on subways or in airport lounges, there but not there. Your eyes keep going back to them, for lack of anything more interesting to look at, and then you feel bad for staring.

Something unpronounceable followed by a long silence points out my life is becoming a landscape.

When left alone with her, I ignored her and kept my eyes on my book, though I confess I turned over more pages than I read.

Nature's music is never over her silences are pauses, not conclusions.

When we doubt, we learn to accept that we may not ever know. When we question, we learn to accept that there may be no answer. When we shout our doubt out into the universe, we learn to accept that we may be met with a silence we do not know how to read.

Am I ultimately alone? How many of us have asked that question—drunk or sober—when we've wondered if there was a God or when we've decided that there was none? And the universe reels around us, more vast than we could begin to comprehend and more apparently empty. But it's only when we overlook the fairly obvious fact that we are human beings on a planet packed with human beings that we can entertain the fairly self-indulgent idea that we are, in fact, alone.