Quotes About Pondering

I really tend to write in retrospect.

Men frequently get lost in their thoughts and go to far-off places in their minds without even realizing the journey has started or considering the consequences.

What qualifies as a good question? It's one that gets us thinking about something worth thinking about. So one way to identify a good question is what I call the smack-the-forehead test: when you read the question after time has passed, you smack your forehead and say, "If only I had thought of that before!

wondering if I should

You know what I like about a beard? You can always look contemplative.

The images of his infinite pasts and infinite futures washed over him as he waited, paralyzed, in the present.

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.

I wasn't having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.

I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.

I flipped back through the pad of paper while I thought about what Stephen Hawking would do next.

sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all of the lives I'm not living.

if I had an answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

Yes, but the day has been decades.

In my soul the afternoon grows wider and I reflect.

There is no intellectual exercise that is not ultimately pointless. - Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote

I will pause to consider this eternity from which the subsequent ones derive.

Leer, por lo pronto, es una actividad posterior a la de escribir: más resignada, más civil, más intelectual

Within well-educated households, the critical transition from reading aloud to silent reading occurred during the fifteenth century. In time, other readers would master this liberating technique. Revolutionary in scope, silent reading let individuals scrutinize books with ease and speed. No less important, it allowed them to explore texts in isolation, apart from friends and family, or masters. Reading became vastly more personal, as more people pondered books and formed ideas on their own.

The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.

Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?' 'Supposing it didn't,' said Pooh. After careful thought Piglet was comforted by this.

But does time honour things? Sabine would teach me to ask. How? Why? And if it does, ought it to go on doing so? And for how long?)

One jests because one wants to contemplate.