Quotes About Pensive

I'm not driven by the spotlight and I'm not that outgoing.

He was a quiet man, Eric Cantona, but he was a man of few words.

I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.

She thought I was...soulful, by which I think she means that I don't say much and I always look vaguely pissed off.

I almost said—trying to find some casual remark—'I wonder sometimes what has become of the little McCoo girl, did she ever get better?'—but stopped in time lest she rejoin: 'I wonder sometimes what has become of the little Haze girl . . .

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I'm too quiet. But I'm really not quiet. I just tend to come across that way to new people because I don't like to talk first.

Their souls are usually heavy and managerial.

He had a particularly deliberate way of speaking that made him sound as if he had thought up his sentences several minutes ago and was only now getting around to saying them.

It is not easy to walk alone in the country without musing upon something.

I find the nights long, for I sleep but little, and think much.

He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad.

I'm not really into the statements kind of thing.

I'm an old soul. When I was a kid all the kids would be playing and I would be sitting on the steps with the teachers just watching.

The less I speak, the more I meditate.

What I'm normally associated with are darker, more brooding roles.

I think so much about everything. I'm obsessive.

melancholy.

He spent the afternoon alone in the streets.

What do you seek, so pensive and silent? What do you need, Camerado? Dear son! do you think it is love? Listen, dear son—listen, America, daughter or son! It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess—and yet it satisfies—it is great; But there is something else very great—it makes the whole coincide; It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands, sweeps and provides for all.

After you interact with Ginevra de' Benci long enough, what at first seem like a vacant face and distant stare begin to appear suffused with a haunting tinge of emotion. She seems pensive and ruminating, perhaps about her marriage or the departure of Bembo, or because of some deeper mystery. Her life was sad; she was sickly and remained childless. But she also had an inner intensity. She wrote poetry, one line of which survives: "I ask your forgiveness; I am a mountain tiger.

He was like a man thinking on an abstract subject all the time.

Saul was hunched over his drink like it was a small fire.

I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn