Quotes About Pondering

If I could, I would begin this book by telling you what Life is. But unfortunately I do not know what Life is. The only consolation I can find is in the fact that nobody else knows either.

I do not think it matters whether one agrees or not as long as ons is forced to think.

Books held the answer to every question

She was smoking a cigarette and staring out the window as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Como posso começar pelo começo, quando só consigo pensar no fim?

Sonya Voronova leaned back in the kitchen chair and stared blankly at the computer screen.

Simple remarque. Personne, fût-ce chez les meilleurs chrétiens, ne semble chercher Dieu ni même y penser. On se met à table comme des chiens et on se met au lit comme des cochons. Impossible d'obtenir la moindre attention quand on parle de Dieu.

Books think for me.

Which was it? Which will it be? Solitude, misery, love?

Sometimes it's better just to think things through than to talk about them all the time.

Sometimes,well,all the time,I can't think of what to say because I'm so dumb and stuff,and then maybe I think of it like five days later.

There's so much I see every day and don't really understand and I just don't stop to think about the fact that I don't really understand.

His tenuously held scruples about the slave economy did not stop him from briefly musing whether he should have himself bid for Abe Hawkins.

What is the answer I was silent. In that case, what is the question

Stop now and always wonder. Press forward and tap the wonder.

I'm suddenly beginning to wonder if all this war is worth it.

Tout ce qui n'a pas été dit ni fait le jour erre la nuit dans notre poitrine.

I love libraries. I love books. There is something sacred, I think, about a great library because it represents the preservation of the wisdom, the learning, the pondering, of men and women of all the ages accumulated together under one roof to which we can have access as our needs require.

And you know very well that coffee makes us severe, and grave, and philosophical.

Golf is long, and life is fleeting...

Walking, working, barely breathing My thoughts, far away Heart aching, mind racing Sleep does not come easily, nor last long...

Rake leaves or move? I can't decide.

Why? Why is it has to be this, why not the other way round? Is there a simpler way? What can I do with this? Ask yourself all sorts of questions.

John looked with a child's impenetrable gravity into the preacher's face, as though he were turning this question over in his mind and would answer when he had thought it