Quotes About Pondering

Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.

What was it—I ask myself—that first vexed them into contemplations?

This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don't you think so?

Leisure is the mother of Philosophy

Would it have made a difference? This is the question we always ask after we have given up.

I sat on the bank, holding the stone, and tried to list to myself the motions that were at that moment acting upon it: the Earth's 700-miles-per-hour spin around its axis, its 67,000-miles-per-hour orbit about the sun, its slow precessional straightening tilt within inertial space, and, containing all of that, the galaxy's own inestimable movement outward in the deep night of space.

Once in a while you find yourself in an odd situation. You get into it by degrees and in the most natural way but, when you are right in the midst of it, you are suddenly astonished and ask yourself how in the world it all came about.

I'm tempted to tell you that you think too much, but I'm not really one to talk

And when is there time to remember, to sift, to weigh, to estimate, to total?

Every now and then, I have a deep thought.

Ideas sometimes come from nowhere, and sometimes they take lots of thinking.

You can look up, you can see the stars, the moon and the sun, and you wonder: How does it all work? I didn't have the answers, but I was thinking about all this floating amongst the stars. That is my objective.

I wonder, said the Lord I wonder if I know the answer any more.

down your order.

We're all trying to decide whether your scores up there are a miracle or a mistake. A habit.

I spend all my time thinking things through. It's acting on my thoughts that gets tricky. Which ones should I act on, and which ones should I ignore?

The wind surged in a roar, then died down like it was pondering some heavy shit, then started back up like before.

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.

He looked like he was studying something small in the grass.

I dont know how it would of turned out if I hadnt worried.

Has pensado alguna vez en la muerte? Sí. A veces. ¿Y tú? Sí. A veces. ¿Crees que existe un cielo? Sí. ¿Tú no? No lo sé. Quizá sí. ¿Crees que puedes creer en el cielo si no crees en el infierno? Creo que puedes creer lo que quieras.

How come this and how come that? I dont know. How come sheep dont shrink in the rain? We're working without a net here.

He knew that he should wonder what was to become of him.

Where do we go when we die? he said. I dont know, the man said. Where are we now?