Quotes About Ponder

She pauses, hand on her hip. "Yes,

Only for you, children of doctrine and learning, have we written this work. Examine this book, ponder the meaning we have dispersed in various places and gathered again; what we have concealed in one place we have disclosed in another, that it may be understood by your wisdom.

The most solemn mystery in the world continued

Stepan Arkadyevitch's eyes twinkled gaily, and he pondered with a smile.

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,"Before we have our chat;For some of us are out of breath,And all of us are fat!"

Good evening," said the barman. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" "Because Poe wrote on both?

Sometimes I wonder if the human race isn't collectively as mad as a sack of door knobs.

To espresso or to latte, that is the question," he muttered, his free will evaporating rapidly. I had asked Hamlet for something he couldn't easily supply: a decision. "Whether 'tis tastier on the palate to choose white mocha over plain

I find that music makes people just sit and listen, firstly. Then, they seem to interpret their own emotions with the music and it makes them ponder their own life a lot. And then they start to question: Am I happy in my work? Am I happy in my relationships? What am I striving for?

But now his life had weight.

Let the weight of the stars lay on our chests

liked some time to consider his new dilemma

The pause is as important as the note.

So the first thing is to question or ponder or wonder about something. The second is to create or invent a solution or a new idea. The third is to"—she paused, trying to summarize the discussion we had just had—"evaluate and assess whether it's a good idea.

They never doubt the difference—they just ponder it. It's like a kind of idolatry of uniqueness. It's unvarying and kind of spirit-killing for a Staffer to watch, that the only way your addict ever learns anything is the hard way.

Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.

Hay más cosas en el cielo y en la Tierra, Horacio, de las que contempla tu filosofía.

There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.

The most futile thing a man can do is to ponder the alternatives, to stew and fret over the life that might have been lived if circumstances had not pointed his future in a certain direction.

Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

What would life be like, he wondered, if they were given time to think and reflect over things.

That man is best who sees the truth himself. Good too is he who listens to wise counsel. But who is neither wise himself nor willing to ponder wisdom is not worth a straw.

So many little lives, amounting to nothing. I ask you: What is infinity multiplied by zero? It is hardly worth our discussion.

There was a brief silence. Hardly surprising, as everything in the universe sat on the other side of it.