Quotes About Meditation

Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock.

Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone ? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?

Yaln?zl?k gözlerin kapanmas?yd?. Ä°nanç da yaln?zca aç?lmas?.

A healthy lamb has a healthy attitude and disciplines himself to read and feed upon the Bible. He see the Bible as a love letter tp himself and meditates on the word both day and night."-Ray Comfort

It is the still point in the turning world.

Yes, the sound of water, the voice of the wind - completely foreign to human passions. All the other sounds of this earth brought contamination to the solitude of a soul.

No method at all,' I murmured after a while. 'Exactly

We owe much to the fruitful meditation of our sages, but a sane view of life is, after all, elaborated mainly in the kitchen.

There must be a wonderful soothing power in mere words since so many men have used them for self-communion. Being

Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating Buddha. Nobody moved for a time. We have lost the first of the ebb, said the Director, suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky—seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

The solitude of the sea intensifies the thoughts and the facts of one's experience which seems to lie at the very centre of the world, as the ship which carries one always remains the centre figure of the round horizon.

apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating Buddha. Nobody moved for a time. We have lost the first of the ebb, said the Director, suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky—seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

brooding over the upper reaches, became

pero una quietud silenciosa se asentaba a sus riberas.

Conocen ustedes la maldad de la inanición prolongada, su tormento desesperante, sus pensamientos oscuros, su ferocidad sombría y meditabunda

consideration, whether by discourse or correspondence.

celebrated Cistercian intellectual and

If you want to understand your mind, sit down and observe it.

Where is the end of seeing, of hearing, of thinking, of knowing?

The emphasis in meditation is very much on undistracted awareness: not thinking about things, not analyzing, not getting lost in the story, but just seeing the nature of what is happening in the mind. Careful, accurate observation of the moment's reality is the key to the whole process.

When we are with people and feeling bored, can we listen a little more carefully, stepping off the train of our own inner commenting? If we are sitting in meditation and feeling uninterested, can we come in closer to the object, not with force but with gentleness and care? What is this experience we call the breath? If someone were holding your head under water, would the breath be boring? Each breath is actually sustaining our life. Can we be with it fully, just once?

In meditation practice, we build the energy of awareness until it grows powerful enough to see entirely different levels of reality.

In the moment that we awaken from being lost in a thought or feeling or reaction, in that very moment we can recognize the empty, clear, skylike nature of awareness itself. In that moment of wakefulness, we get a glimpse of freedom. And instead of judging ourselves for all the times we do get lost, which happen again and again, we can delight in each moment of awakening.

Not Seeing Dukkha Is Dukkha