Quotes About Pondering

Thinking is one of the greatest pleasures of the human race.

I'm blessed, and... all the time, I sit and think, 'Wow.'

Emma repeated to herself, Good Heavens! Why did I marry?

And I can never feel the glad radiance of sunlit days without sadly remembering and pondering over the fate of the beggar who was such an outcast in life, that his horrible death was a relief to all who had known him.

The wise man says: Perhaps?

Sitting for an hour without reading material meant he had to think.

All serious conversations gravitate towards philosophy.

Is the human race a joke? Was it devised and patched together in a dull time when there was nothing important to do?

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.

Halt looked up at the trees above him. "Why does this boy ask so many questions?" he asked the trees. Naturally, they didn't answer.

Challenge quandary thinking, either/or thinking come by moving from the abstract to the concrete. What can we do with the choice actually in front of us?

If he only knew how much, she thought as she moved on. As

As so often happens in life, he had thought so much and so often of the situation that now confronted him that he was somewhat nervous in its presence.

I love when pictures ask questions or make others ask questions.

LAST NIGHT I lay awake for a long time, a really good "think" for a change.

Jon, larger and more gentle, moved slowly, spoke seldom and seemed to have burdened with the responsibility of pondering the world's imponderables.

From daybreak to sunset she turned her thoughts, like boulders, over. She set them in long lines. She rearranged their order...

Arrows of insight have to be winged by the feathers of speculation.

Draw significant conclusions slowly.

I'm of the opinion that it's okay to be silent, to not speak if you don't have anything to say.

Nothing makes sense, why should I?

without emotion to guide us, we have no compass. We are bereft of direction and have nothing to move us toward one option rather than another. We are stuck pondering all the possibilities.

June always said that most people bit off more than they could chew, but August chewed more than she bit off. June loved to tease August about the way she pondered things, how one minute she was talking to you and the next she had slipped into a private world where she turned her thoughts over and over, digesting stuff most white people would choke on. I wanted to say, 'Teach me how to do that. Teach me how to take all this in.

then what would I do?' She was getting herself into quite a