Quotes About Pondering

I'm a thinker. That is what I do, in great depth and detail, every waking moment of the day. I like to believe it's worthwhile. And yet, I can't help but recall something ... said to me once when I was young: "All of these things with which we occupy ourselves don't amount to much in the cosmic scale of things, do they? No matter how extensively we ponder any particular topic, there is really very little there"--Gilbertus Albans, Reflections in the Mirror of the Mind

Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that.

post-mortemizing of

Henry wondered all through the meal whether Warren

contemplate

Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time

The other day I was thinking - because I get a lot of headaches - I was wondering whether the head should be where it is. Because, at the end of the day, it's probably the heaviest part of your body, right? And yet it's at the top as opposed to, I don't, dangling at the bottom somewhere.

You might want to put this in the back of your craw and think about it.

The questions people have are sometimes soulful, sometimes zany, sometimes incoherent. I want to make a 'zine with just the questions I get emailed to me.

Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?' The Imass shrugged before replying. 'I think of futility, Adjunct.' 'Do all Imass think about futility?' 'No. Few think at all.' 'Why is that?' The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. 'Because Adjunct, it is futile.

Yet twenty-two trillion is nothing compared to the infinitude of digits that define the actual pi. Think of how philosophically disturbing this is.

Good thought." "Brineesha said she'd

I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.

I'm so tired... I was up all night trying to round off infinity.

If you are killing time, are you damaging eternity?

Am I on your mind or out of my mind

It's raining questions around here. A person could drown in them.

Let's not waste time by dwelling on the unknown. But that's what thinking is

There was no one she wanted to see more. There was no one she wanted to see less. Why? she whispered. Why are you here? The winds blew, he said.

Why would they want to?

didnt men ever think about anything that really mattered?

The reader who fails to ponder, or at least mark, the words he does not understand is headed for disaster.

Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider.

I wondered stony afternoons owning all their vastness.