Quotes About Pondering

To know how to wonder and question is the first step of the mind toward discovery."

En zij dacht aan hem zoals iemand na het onweer aan de bloempotten denkt, die buiten op de vensterbank stonden.

Thinking is an action,

Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.

A child said What is the grass? Fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he." ?— ?Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself

I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.

I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.

The real question of life after death isn't whether or not it exists, but even if it does what problem this really solves.

She turned to stare out the window, lost in a thousand thoughts, not a single one of which Danielle could guess.

It's the question mark that comes with death that we can't face, not the period.

How come the people who don't even notice you exist are the ones you can't stop thinking about?

But before we address this question

What on earth shall I do

Everything in life should be done with reflection.

What did I brood on, sitting there in the classic pose with my elbows on my knees and my chin on my hands? We do not need to go to the Greeks, our tragic predicament is written out on rolls of lavatory paper.

Do you think . . . ? 'I do sometimes, my boy,'admitted the old man. 'When I can't avoid it.

Life consists of what a man is thinking about all day." –RALPH WALDO EMERSON

It's better to debate a question without settling it than to settle a question without debating it.

Sometimes I can't stop thinking about you but other times I wonder why I even waste my time.

I hope to die with dignity and not be on my death bed pondering the afterlife wearing a diaper named Depends.

What they can expect always is that they're going to be made to think.

I've been obsessed with death since I was a little kid.

And to the Pig he said, What's the meaning of life? You know, a friend of yours was asking me the same thing the other day, said the Transcendent Pig, ambling over, sitting down, and looking Ponch over in an amiable way. Is asking, it added.

For someone now dead once thought these words significant enough to write them down.