Quotes About Contemplation

I'm thinking," he said. To bed or not to bed his wife? That was the question.

In which they are alone now and there doesn't seem to be anyone around. Sometime

He drank, as a man is wont to do when confronted with his innermost emotions, particularly ones pertaining to the heart.

Najmanje se govori kad te se najviše ti?e.

Usamljenost ra?a misao, misao nezadovoljstvo, nezadovoljstvo pobunu. Ja sam bio daleko od misli na pobunu: samo sam lijeno sanjario.

Opasno je kad se ?ovjek na?e sâm, okružen tišinom tu?eg neprisustva, više je strahova i ?udnih razgovora sa sobom. Samo, kako da ti to sve kažem? I kako da objasnim sebi, tebe se to ne ti?e, što nekad teško podnosim ovu usamljenost, a nekad mi je draža od svega, ne bih je dao nizašto.

ljudi nekud idu, vra?aju se, žure, vidim ih iz svoje nesabrane daljine, kao mrave, i znam da bi trebalo da se i ja priklju?im, da budem užurban, da nekud odlazim, da dolazim, da se oko ne?ega trudim, a ne da buljim ovako u tavanicu, u prazninu. Ali ne mogu. Gledam kroz prozor i nastojim da ne mislim na nerješive stvari, ali ne mogu da se oslobodim tereta što me tišti.

Nikog ne poznajem, i nemam nikakvih obaveza osim da ostanem neprimije?en. Osje?am se izdvojen, stran, ništa nije moje, i mogu da budem nadmo?an, i surov. Udaljujem ih od sebe, potirem crte lica, gušim glasove do neprepoznavanja, prekidam svaku ljudsku vezu izme?u sebe i njih, posmatram ih obesmišljene, puštam da žive preda mnom bez moje pomo?i, sami sobom, bez mog razumijevanja i podrške, bez mog opravdanja i kritike, bez moga u?eš?a.

vedra ni zbog ?ega, misao ni o ?emu...

As she drifted back up to Harlem alone on the bus, she did not think about what RayShawn had said, how he had looked, what she had felt. She erased the details from her memory as the streets scrolled by beyond the window. Block by block, she planned a translation of herself.

This is a matter between herself and God.

Gil has put his book down and is gazing at something inside his head.

then I just closed my eyes and watched the blossom petals fall and

When you looked closely at anything, you could almost faint, Jules thought, although you had to look closely if you wanted to have any knowledge at all in life.

There were moments when you idly glanced into the toilet or into a tissue after you'd used it, and suddenly remembered that this, this was what you carried around inside you all the time. This was what was always waiting to be let out.

He didn't feel the need to have his life figured out. But the truth was that he didn't want to deal with it.

the Olympian vantage point that time provides:

When you gaze into the Abyss, the Abyss gazes into you. (~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche)

If we look at it from eye corners, or from places other than the center of our head, isn't there a kind of terrible beauty in it?

Observation is a great joy." To write one's observations, record such wonderings, the greatest joy of all.

she experienced through music "the highest moments of a contemplative kind," when "I seemed to see the relations of things . . . and my soul was rapt to enthusiasm to live & be what I ought.

I feel better when I am not around people. When I am alone, alone, alone.

I think that sometimes our souls must tell us they are having a hard time trying to keep up with all of our worldly festivities and plans. Quiet moments, such as when we weave, or in times of sleep, are when we hear what our inner selves have to say.

Waking Early Sunday Morning," I sat "like a dragon on/time's hoard.