Quotes About Pondering

There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'" "The mood will pass, sir.

If he had a mind, there was something on it.

She would have to learn to accept that he was a man of his word. In the meantime he would give her something to think about.

head, and then

But sometimes you have to wait for an answer to come to you. Especially when the questions are difficult ones.

Patrick Nielsen Hayden

I walked across the polished marble floor and sat on a red velvet lounging couch. I idly wondered how exactly one was supposed to lounge. I couldn't remember ever doing it myself. After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.

As with many things, hesitation is better than hurry.

Para temer de verdad algo tienes que detenerte a pensar en ello.

Aquella noche se me ocurrieron diez mil cosas que habría podido decirle.

I bristled with two dozen new questions. Not so many, you might think, but when you added them to the half-hundred questions I carried with me wherever I went, I was stretched nearly to bursting.

Does this seem to be a place that concerns itself overmuch with the turning of the world?

information." She tilted her head quizzically. "By the way,

Hey, sister. What's your situation?" "On earth or in the universe?" p.27

I was busy thinking about the mystery of expanding network of seemingly unasawerable questions.

In his mind, he held up all the artifacts he had collected over the years and wondered about their true value.

thought then, an itchy little one in the back of my brain, as scary as the pop when a ligament tears. Why isn't Victoria Lord my partner . . . in law and in life? -10- True

That milky splatter on the sheets makes him unbearably sad, and he wonders, not for the first time, whether the whole point of orgasm isn't, somehow, unbearable sadness.

only the philosophical question is perennial, not the answers.

A good novel begins with a small question and ends with a bigger one.

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, death and the stars.

I would like to know just what kind of nothing I am

My thoughts are really all I think about.

If God were a helicopter parent, our sacred book would be full of clear, consistent, unambiguous information to take in. In other words, it wouldn't look anything like it does. But if the Bible's main purpose is to form us, to grow us to maturity, to teach us the sacred responsibility of communing with the Spirit by walking the path of wisdom, it would leave plenty of room for pondering, debating, thinking, and the freedom to fail. And that is what it does.