Quotes About Contemplation

A moment in the mind is worth nine in the fire.

Aquella noche se me ocurrieron diez mil cosas que habría podido decirle.

Miró hacia arriba y vio un millar de estrellas centelleando en el oscuro terciopelo de una noche sin luna. Las conocía todas, sus historias y sus nombres. Las conocía bien y le eran tan familiares como, por ejemplo, sus propias manos.

Off to one side his fine white teacup waited for him with a patience Aria envied

Always think about what you're singing, honey.

She didn't scowl exactly, but it looked like she was getting all the pieces of a scowl together in one place, just in case she needed them in a hurry.

After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket. Restless,

De qué sirve la atención? Es más, ¿de qué sirve observar? La gente siempre está observando cosas. Lo que debería hacer es ver. Yo veo las cosas que miro. Soy el que ve.

a wise man views a moonless night with fear.

It is the luxury of looking backward. You can do it forever, and it is useless.

Amanecía. En la posada Roca de Guía reinaba el silencio, un silencio triple.

that concerns itself overmuch with the turning of the world?

That's the first thing you said to me. I was just wondering why you're here. My seven words. I've been wondering the same thing for so long.

She nodded seriously. "That's as much as I've guessed too." She paused to look at the circle the horizon made around us. The wind caught her hair and she brushed it back again. "Do you happen to know where I'm going?

soaking in the quiet until he was full of it, then taking it with him when he left.

Does this seem to be a place that concerns itself overmuch with the turning of the world?

I idly wondered how exactly one was supposed to lounge. I couldn't remember ever doing it myself. After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.

What other option did I have, now that words had failed me? What do any of us have when words fail us?

For here, inside the crypt, was where he truly lived. Which is to say, for well over twenty hours a day in total darkness and in total silence and in total immobility, he sat on his horse blanket at the end of the stony corridor, his back resting on the rock slide, his shoulders wedged between the rocks and enjoyed himself.

Se fue volviendo cada vez más introvertido. Le gustaba vagar solo y sin rumbo...

Prefería abstenerse de ahondar en semejantes problemas , que le resultaban desagradables y solo conseguirían sumirle en la más penosa inseguridad e inquietud cuando, precisamente para servirse de la razón, necesitaba gozar de seguridad y sosiego.

He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself. No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in his own existence and found it splendid.

And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and he entered. The next performance in the theater of Grenouille's soul was beginning.

There's many benefits from a good read, just as some must sing a lungful of psalm, or take the bottle down from the shelf.