Quotes About Mindfulness

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink, I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. It's thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.

The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is.

Quem percebe o verdadeiro sabor do alimento nunca será um glutão; quem não o percebe não pode deixar de sê-lo

Wir müssen lernen, wieder wach zu werden. und uns wach zu erhalten, nicht durch mechanische Mittel, sondern durch das unaufhörliche Erwarten des Sonnenaufgangs, welches uns nicht verlassen darf im tiefsten Schlaf

the poem of the world is uninterrupted, but few are the ears that hear it.

I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite--only a sense of existence.

Por mais mesquinha que seja sua vida, aceite-a e viva-a; não se esquive a ela nem a trate com termos duros. Ela não é tão ruim quanto você

On doit vivre en soi, ne dépendre que de soi, et, toujours à pied d'œuvre et prêt à repartir, ne pas s'encombrer de multiples affaires.

Não vejo porque um espírito sereno não possa viver com o mesmo contentamento e com pensamentos alegres num asilo ou um palácio

There can be no very black melancholy for him who has his senses still and lives in the midst of nature.

Still we live meanly, like ants... Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand; instead of a million count half a dozen, and keep your accounts on your thumb-nail.

Nothing was ever so unfamiliar and startling to a man as his own thoughts

However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I

Seveda pa nam ne bo ni? koristilo, da svoje korake usmerimo v gozdove, ?e nas ne bodo tudi zares ponesli tja. Vznemirim se, kadar se mi zgodi, da s svojim telesom potujem že kak kilometer skozi gozd, ne da bi tja prispel tudi v duhu.

I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and I threw them out the window in disgust. How, then, could I have a furnished house? I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground.

In our most trivial walks, we are constantly, though unconsciously, steering like pilots by certain well-known beacons and headlands, and if we go beyond our usual course we still carry in our minds the bearing of some neighboring cape; and not till we are completely lost, or turned round—for a man needs only to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost—do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of nature.

I think that he should keep a caravansary on the world's highway, where philosophers of all nations might put up, and on his sign should be printed, "Entertainment for man, but not for his beast. Enter ye that have leisure and a quiet mind, who earnestly seek the right road.

A penny to your thoughts, or a thousand pounds. When sometimes I am reminded that the mechanics and shopkeepers live of their stores not best all the forenoon, but all of the afternoon too, sitting with crossed legs, so lots of them—as though the legs had been made to take a seat upon, and now not to face or walk upon—I suppose that they deserve some credit for not having all committed suicide long ago.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.

You want room for your thoughts to get into sailing trim and run a course or two before they make their port. The bullet of your thought must have overcome its lateral and ricochet motion and fallen into its last and steady course before it reaches the ear of the hearer, else it may plow out again through the side of his head.

I cannot make my days longer so I strive to make them better.

It is desirable that a man be clad so simply that he can lay his hands on himself in the dark, and that he live in all respects so compactly and preparedly that, if an enemy take the town, he can, like the old philosopher, walk out the gate empty-handed without anxiety.

To affect the quality of the day... that is the art of life.

To be awake is to be alive. I have never yet met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face? We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.