Quotes About Pondering

Quite early on, and certainly since I started writing, I found that philosophical questions occupied me more than any other kind. I hadn't really thought of them as being philosophical questions, but one rapidly comes to an understanding that philosophy's only really about two questions: 'What is true?' and 'What is good?'

Am I a man of great wisdom? Hardly! Even when a simple person brings me a question, my mind goes utterly blank, I just thrash it out until I've exhausted every possibility.

To wonder is to be wise.

Starting to believe Life is just a sigh of Death.

Knowing the answer is knowledge and knowing the question is wisdom.

Thinking, it seems, is a difficult undertaking RjS

Wondering is the act of wise living.

Life is a question without a standard answer.

As the past has ceased to throw its light upon the future, the mind of man wanders in obscurity.

There may be men who act without understanding why. I do not. To listen much, pick out the good and follow it; to see much and ponder it: this comes next to understanding.

So many men so many questions.

Sometimes Is a good answer to any existential question.

Laying in bed rn still trying to figure out if I should go back to sleep or go to school.

I know there is a moral to this story, but I don't know what it is.

That he liked to think of himself as a philosopher. That he questioned all things, even the most simple, to the extent that when someone passing him on the street raised his hat and said, 'Good day,' Litvinoff often paused so long to weigh evidence that by the time he'd settled on an answer the person had gone on his way, leaving him standing alone.

drays. Never did he see one but that he thought of his

Yet it had only been two weeks, barely a drop in the bucket of her twenty-seven years on the planet. Was that really enough time to make such a momentous decision as would be asked of her tonight? Yet

A slow hour passed, distracted by intermittent drops of moisture from above, as if the sky were conducting a feasibility study on the implications of rain. Of committing to a course of action.

What did it mean to her, this thing she called life? Oh, it was very queer.

Even the names of the books gave me food for thought.

The earth hangs heavy beneath me.

Here are the dead poets, still musing, still pondering, still questioning the meaning of existence.

The criterion for a book of worth is: does it make you think more, W. says.

Did we really think we could escape the end of philosophy?, W. wonders. Did we really think we could make a philosophy out of the end times, when the end times means: the end of philosophy?