Quotes About Pondered

There is more to be pondered in the grain and texture of life than traditional fiction allows. The work of essayists is vital precisely because it permits and encourages self-knowledge in a way that is less indirect than fiction, more open and speculative.

It's true that there was a lot of influence from 'Tenchu.' We even pondered making 'Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice' a part of the 'Tenchu' series at first.

I'd never pondered the bourgeois implications of an earplug.

For a while we pondered whether to take a vacation or get a divorce. We decided that a trip to Bermuda is over in two weeks, but a divorce is something you always have.

Humanity has pondered over the meaning of God since its beginning. It is one of those cognitive features that came along with the advent of modern Human Consciousness.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

As Rockefeller pondered this, the triumph of Flexner's serum tipped the scales

Thirdly, a collection of passages, both prose and verse, from books other than the Bible. There is not perhaps much, in what is called 'un-inspired' literature (a misnomer, I hold: if Shakespeare was not inspired, one may well doubt if any man ever was), that will bear the process of being pondered over, a hundred times: still there are such passages — enough, I think, to make a goodly store for the memory.

Qué es el hombre, ese semidiós tan ponderado? ¿No le faltan fuerzas en aquello, precisamente, que mas necesita? Bien se deje transportar por la alegría, o abrumar por el dolor, ¿no se halla igualmente detenido, igualmente obligado a reconocer la triste condición de su ser, cuando aspira orgullosamente a engolfarse en la plenitud del infinito?

Historically, a successful life in comedy is a dream that's as equally pondered and unpursued as being an astronaut.

So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. (Luke 2:16–19 NIV)

It's a lady with a stick. Are we pirates or what?" They pondered this fact for a moment. "It's a big stick," observed one of his fellows.

I would like to repeat that I do not fancy myself as anything special for being an anarch. My emotions are no different from those of the average man. Perhaps I have pondered this relationship a bit more carefully and am conscious of a freedom to which "basically" everybody is entitled – a freedom that more or less dicates his actions.

His words never rushed but were selected, chewed over, released into the air as if the best choice possible had been made.

When the salad was finished, she

The smithy pondered, then flashed a puckish smile. "Adam Black.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.

What was it — I paused to think — what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered.

Watanabe would later admit that in the beginning of his life in exile, he had pondered the question of whether or not he had committed any crime. In the end, he laid the blame not on himself but on "sinful, absurd, insane war." He saw himself as a victim.

Chase looked 'round and seen Frederick's grave where we'd buried him. Who's that? Don't know. We been hiding in this thicket while the Free Staters was scouting 'round here. I heard 'em say it was one of theirs. Chase pondered the grave thoughtfully. It's a fresh grave. We ought to see if who'sever in there got on boots, he said.

He drifted, dreamed; and dreamed some more.

He suffered ever the same unceasing agonies and in his loneliness pondered always on the same insoluble question: "What is this? Can it be that it is Death?" And the inner voice answered: Yes, it is Death. "Why these sufferings?" And the voice answered, For no reason—they just are so.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, O'er a plan to venge myself upon that cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre affair, so surprising, gives my soul such loath despising, Here I plot my temper rising, rising from my jail of text. "Get me out!" I said, advising, "Pluck me from this jail of text- or I swear I'll wring your neck!

Still, it was a starting point for someone with my special skills—the professional ones—and I pondered it as I worked. It was, after all, an area of real personal interest to me. And additionally, if this had been Deborah's case, she would almost certainly have demanded some kind of special insight from Sick and Twisted Me. So I thought about it, and although I came up with nothing helpful, at least it passed the time.