Quotes About Contemplation

And do you really never look at anything -- anything at all -- and consider it might be beautiful in itself?

It's a lot harder to pull your head up and ask why.

Wherever the mind dwells apart is itself a distant place.

Standing Alone Empty skies. And beyond, one hawk. Between river banks, two white gulls Laze, wind-drifted. Fit for an easy kill, To and fro, they follow contentment. Grasses all frost-singed. Spiderwebs Still hung. Heaven's loom of origins Tangling our human ways too, I stand Facing sorrow's ten thousand sources. Tu Fu

It's the very process of looking at something that makes it beautiful.

I believe that the very process of looking can make a thing beautiful.

Beauty in things lies in the mind which contemplates them.

Beauty in things exist in the mind which contemplates them.

Beauty] exists merely in the mind which contemplates [things]; and each mind perceives a different beauty; and every individual ought to acquiesce in his own sentiment, without pretending to regulate those of others.

Beauty in things exits merely in the mind which contemplates them.

Explanation is where the mind rests.

But though there be naturally a wide difference in point of delicacy between one person and another, nothing tends further to encrease and improve this talent, than practice in a particular art, and the frequent survey or contemplation of a particular species of beauty.

The most perfect happiness, surely, must arise from the contemplation of the most perfect object.

Reading and sauntering and lounging and dosing, which I call thinking, is my supreme Happiness.

Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them

Increasingly, I learned that the great spirits of religious traditions do not solve all questions but live in the questions, and return to them again and again, not as a circle returns, but as an ascending spiral comes to the same place, each time at a higher level.

So long as I asked dismissive questions, faith seemed to me impossible. As life softened some edges and granted some wisdom, I began to ask out of genuine seeking, out of curiosity and not contempt. The very nature of a question opened my eyes to the possibility that what we cannot touch, what we cannot see, may indeed still be real.

Abba Antony said, "Whatever you find in your heart to do in following God, that do, and remain within yourself in Him.

I often wonder what kind of a man he would have become. But I think I got a glimpse of that.

Reading is an act of contemplation, perhaps the only act in which we allow ourselves to merge with the consciousness of another human being. We possess the books we read, animating the waiting stillness of their language, but they possess us also, filling us with thoughts and observations, asking us to make them part of ourselves.

Reading (...) is an act of resistance in a landscape of distraction.

Faria Kazi heard them and thought of

He who studies himself at all is ignoble. Only by despising soul as well as body can a man enter true life.

Finding God in All Things.