Quotes About Contemplation

She comes from the school of getting it out of your system, whereas he comes from the school of stewing over it.

Just having my own time-out; a bit of self-pity here, a bit of self-loathing there.

And in that dark silence where it seems that everyone is someplace but me, it all comes back.

line deepening her already

And I said, 'I'm thinkin' I've wasted too much time thinkin', is what I'm thinkin'.

You were sleeping?" said Princess One. "No," I said. "Sometimes I just like to lie in the dark for hours with my eyes closed.

watching the stars appear in the sky. It was one of her favorite times of day, when the colors that streaked across the sky faded. Things were neither bright nor dark, but caught somewhere between. That was how life had felt for so long: it could get better or worse

loud, the last thing he should

Your thoughts are just a diary of your life, you are not your thoughts but the observers of your thoughts. Observe your thoughts and choose your readings carefully »

What if?.. What if I am all to see? What if life is only this? And Ignorance is bliss? What if love is only pain? And nothing can be gained by living everyday And there is no better way? What then?

So during those first moments of the day, which are yours and yours alone, you can circumvent these boundaries and concentrate fully on spiritual matters. And this gives you the opportunity to plan the time management of the entire day.

Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.

A morte é uma brevíssima varanda.Dali se espreita o tempo como a águia se debruça no penhasco- em volta todo o espaço se pode converter em esplêndida voação.

O que importa não é passear de noite mas deixar a noite passear-se em nós.

Naquele sossego, a única coisa que apetece é fazer demorar o tempo.

Quem está a balançar: sou eu, é a cadeira ou é o mundo?

Fechou os olhos e andou assim, sobrancelhado, noite adentro. Andou, andou, atravessando a imensa noitidão.

A velhice é uma gordura na alma.

A cinza resta, inteira, no extremo do cigarro aceso. É como se Bartolomeu Sozinho quisesse recolher, intacto, o tempo já consumido.

Fui para o convés, molhado até dentro dos olhos.

Afinal, em meio da vida sempre se faz a inexistente conta: temos mais ontens ou mais amanhãs?

He who seeks eternity should look at the sky, he who seeks the moment, should look at the cloud.

We are by our nature caught up in the grandest mystery, our relationship to God, and also in the mystery most immediate to any of us, our own being.

everything human is human because it is brought about through thinking, and for that reason alone."5