Quotes About Pondering

Some hearts are unappreciative of time, I fear, though they beat like the rest.

Mental masturbation is actually an important concept. It's when you talk in circles for an hour and reach no decision.

I'm going to sit back, light up, and hope I don't chew the cigarette to pieces.

I want to create situations that give people something to think about.

If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me

who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not love, then what is it? I wish I knew.

I sat there for some time, a young man with more on his mind than in it.

The more you think about things, the weirder they seem. Take this milk. Why do we drink COW milk?? Who was the guy who first looked at a cow and said, 'I think I'll drink whatever comes out of these things when I squeeze 'em!'?

If our condition were truly happy we should not need to divert ourselves from thinking about it. (12)

Nada nos puede consolar cuando lo pensamos detenidamente.

to think well; this is the principle of morality.

Nous sommes de bien petites mécaniques égarées par les infinis.

Remembrance of things past, I do that all the time.

what-iffing.

It was nearly midnight when the conversation finally stopped on its own weight. The question was unresolved, at least in any explicit way.

Considering

As to what they might be resting upon, Stephen was determined not to consider).

But to professional humility and a genuine admiration of the York society Mr. Robinson added a happy vanity that these monumental brains must now cease their pondering on esoteric matters for a time and listen to him.

Considering what?

The study of a language . . . allows its students to hear a people's 'interpretation (or misinterpretation) of messages from environment to human.' The spoken word reveals, upon reflection, that to which its speakers first chose to listen, then ponder, then live by.

Keep thinking those thoughts

What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? From Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices, 1962

Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question

Welcome, Simon, to the world of those who are every day condemned to thinking and wondering and never ever knowing with certainness.