Quotes About Pondering

Todos mis deseos y reflexiones no son ni más ni menos que remolinos generados por la exhalación paulatina de nuestro universo. Y hasta el momento en que esta gran exhalación termine, mis pensamientos proseguirán.

I mean a song that's specifically for the girls. It's saying you know we talk about them night and day, we're constantly pondering on men and what they've done good and what they've done bad and all these things in our lives.

I secretly think reality exists so we can speculate about it.

I'm not much into speculation.

Repentance, prayer, and pondering over the scriptures are essential parts of our qualifying for the gifts of the Spirit in our priesthood service. Further magnification of our power to serve will come as we respond with faith to go forward in our callings with the Holy Ghost to help us.

A wise man's question contains half the answer. Unfortunately the other 50% is harder to come by!

The man who doesn't make up his mind to cultivate the habit of thinking misses the greatest pleasure in life.

The hours of a wise man are lengthened by his ideas.

The question is, how long does Mr. Spinny have to live? And what does that tell us?

Then he got a look on his face as if he were thinking. Daniel had learned, in his almost seventy years, not to expect much of people who got such looks, because thinking really was something one ought to do all the time.

Avi thinks this over before issuing the carefully engineered statement: "It is as true as it ever was.

I spent many years of my childhood pondering the great mysteries like, 'Are aliens real?' and 'Why won't girls talk to me?'

He liked that she gave the questions thought. That she actually saw the mysteries and worked at solving them.

The radicals assumed that acting was more important than speaking. Talking and writing books, Winstanley insisted, is 'all nothing and must die; for action is the life of all, and if thou dost not act, thou dost nothing.' It is a thought worth pondering by those who read books about the seventeenth-century radicals, no less than by those who write them. Were you doers or talkers only? Bunyan asked his generation. What canst thou say?

How ya doin'?' I always think, What kind of a question is that?, and I always reply, 'A bit early to tell.

Mr. Fresh sat down on the stool behind the counter and stared into the eyes of the cardboard cutout of Cher, hoping to find answers there. But the bitch was holding out.

We looked not at each other, and neither at the ground, but at a place in space a few feet from our faces, where I suppose one looks for a clear answer to appear out of undefined shock.

Now, can we please abandon such weighty conversation? I have become thoroughly exhausted with thoughts of fate, destiny, justice, and other, equally gloomy topics over the past few days. As far as I am concerned, philosophic questioning is just as likely to make you confused and depressed as it is to improve your condition.

I find myself wondering if I have made the right decision.

En una ocasión me preguntaste qué veía yo entre las estrellas. Te respondí que veía preguntas. Pero ahora te veo a ti. Nos veo a nosotros.

One question always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about.

Staring down at my trembling hands, I wonder many things.

I wonder if I will die, after all.

Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.