Quotes About Meditation

There is an idea, first of all, of vision fully formed with the eyes closed. Of course the vision we have in a lucid dream often has greater lucidity and clarity than vision with the eyes open.

I think if you look at exactly where you are, you can't really focus without looking back and forward at the same time.

I found by deeper breathing, going into the cold, thinking about it, dealing with it; getting the conviction that my ability to breathe deeper is making connections with my body.

You need a spiritual foundation. Something that allows you to see how you connect to the rest of the universe. It's simple stuff, but it's hard.

Letting a project sit and coming back to it is just as important as working on it all the time. You need to come back to it with fresh eyes.

It is never very crowded at the front.

The relationship between the prefrontal cortex and the amygdala fundamentally changes with meditation.

After all is said and done, sit down.

So we see, to play successfully the game of life, we must train the imaging faculty.

Let me tell you something about meditation. At the absolute center, is the vortex we are spun from like clay, there is a shaping hand which is neither Godlike nor peaceful as you imagine.

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I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.

If you fill your mind with a beautiful thought, there will be no room in it for an ugly one. - King Amor

the paths and down the avenue, she was stirring her slow blood and making herself stronger

When a man looks at the stars, he grows calm and forgets small things. They answer his questions and show him that his earth is only one of the million worlds. Hold your soul still and look upward often, and you will understand their speech. Never forget the stars.

One of her favorite fancies was that on "the outside," as she called it, thoughts were waiting for people to call them.

She lay and listened to the quietness.

Under Magnolia is much more than an entrancing memoir: it is a work of art that defies the distinction between prose and poetry or novels and autobiographies. It is also much more than a personal narrative: it is an unflinching meditation on the relation between self and culture, and, more specifically, on the gravitational pull of memory. This is a book to be savored, a feast for both mind and soul.

Be still and know that I am God, said the Spirit within Hadassah. And so she obeyed, waiting upon him while laying her hopes bare.

Concerns buzzed like flies in her head, and she swatted them with prayers.

Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my thoughts. Point out anything in me that offends you, and lead me along the path of everlasting life. PSALM 139:23-24

Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.

Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted ...but to weigh and consider.

A large color plate of a cat statue caught my eye and I gazed at it for several moments, my mind empty of thought. Without an ego, one simply looks. The image of the cat, entirely whole and entirely static, is a signal to the mind to come to rest. There is no immediate sense of beauty, only the act of seeing.