Quotes About Pondering

But since the facts which I should then have recalled would have been prompted only by an exercise of the will, by my intellectual memory, and since the pictures which that kind of memory shews us of the past preserve nothing of the past itself, I should never have had any wish to ponder over this residue of Combray.

It's a funny thing, now; I very often think of my poor wife, but I cannot think of her very much at any one time." "Often, but a little at a time, like poor old Swann," became one of my grandfather's favourite phrases, which he would apply to all kinds of things.

What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.

nto this wilde Abyss the warie fiend Stood on the brink of Hell and look'd a while, Pondering his Voyage; for no narrow frith He had to cross.

The wary fiend stood on the brink of hell, pondering his voyage

looking back at him

How is it so far?" asked Cloud. "How is what so far?" "This," Cloud said, and motioned around him. "Life. The universe. Everything." "It's lonely," Jared said. "Huh," Cloud said. "Didn't take you long to figure that one out.

You're bound to get idears if you go thinkin' about stuff

S-l-o-w-ness--it gave meaning to everything. It made everything royal.

You're bound to get ideas if you go thinking' about stuff.

It is the hour of the pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.

He lay on his back like a town suspended from a steeple. He

He was forty-two years old, and he could see nothing before him that he wished to enjoy and little behind him that he cared to remember.

It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think.

Tick Tock Tick Tock...The clock strikes two ... still haven't got a clue.

There must be more to life than sitting wondering if there is more to life.

I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it.

28. Comment j'aimerais mourir. — Meilleur et aimé. 29. État présent de mon

Estaré reseco? Sentimentalmente, digo.

Ya es bastante grave /que un solo hombre / o una sola mujer /contemplen distraídos el horizonte neutro

Hay días en que la recuerdo y me pregunto: ¿Qué estará haciendo? Hay noches en que la extraño y me pregunto: ¿Qué me estoy haciendo?

your own?' the boy asked. Stravinsky concentrated on

It is a time when one's spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death.

I can't stop thinking like this.