Quotes About Pondering

It's really hard to do nothing totally.

I dwell on great thoughts.

I make time every day to think.

He often came back 'all thinky' from work.

If your mind is anything like mine, it can stumble through a half-dozen different thoughts in a heartbeat.

sometimes the desert gives you an answer, and it is your job to find the question.

And yet, I am left with a kind of sadness that I can't quite explain.

To think of shadows is a serious thing.

I paid the watchman fifty kopeks so that I could stay after closing time until the stars came out. And I thought: What is man on this earth? A wretched speck of dust which thinks, works, and suffers. What does he leave behind him?

What have we done?' he asked, but there was no one to answer him.

Some philosophers

Maybe you're just wandering around out here with your thumb up your ass, waiting for some answer that might let you off the hook.

In that version of the story, Atlas is less literal holder of the world than beholder of it; he alone among mortals can contemplate the divine and take measure of the cosmos.

Just tell me why; why the fucking why? To which the universe would hollowly respond, My ways cannot be known, oh man. Which is to say, My ways do not make sense, nor do the ways of those who dwell in me.

Fat, pondering and writing and doing research and receiving dribs and drabs of messages from Zebra during hypnagogic states and in dreams, and attempting to salvage something from the wreck of his life, had decided to go in search of the Savior. He would find him wherever he was.

The question was, she thought, was the universe alive or dead?

I get lost in ifs. They are always there if if if if and I should only be able to tune in to them if I'm on the right frequency. But that's the thing about me: The frequencies don't divide.

But that's the part that's so unfair. I have nothing else on my mind. How come I have to be the one sitting around analyzing him in like microscopic detail, and he gets to be the one with other things on his mind?

To feel such a longing for his own life, even as he's living it—he wonders what that means.

solipsistic, adj. Go ahead, I thought. Go ahead. Go ahead. I got stuck there. Go ahead. Go ahead. Because I genuinely couldn't see anything after that.

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

What seemed strangest to me when I found this diary was that I have no recollection of the day-to-day life it describes. If I do not recall them, where have those days gone? Where had they vanished to? I pondered the things that human beings lose to the past -from Diary of My Sixteenth Year

So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time.

it. Ah know Ah ain't." "Ah did think about it one day," Hicks said dreamily, "but then Ah forgot it and ain't thought about it since then." "No wonder things ain't no better," Joe commented. "Ah'm buyin' in here