Quotes About Meditation

For a few minutes I tried to empty my mind entirely, to concentrate solely on breathing: sometimes it's useful to rediscover simpler pleasures of life.

Yaln?z oldu?um zamanlar ancak ikiye kadar sayabilirim.

I fear it is my lot, to bide my days in hunchbacked thought, to find what I forgot.

The Rosary is not a road, but a place, and it has no goal but a depth. To linger in it has great compensations.

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Spiritual joy comes from pondering the mysteries of faith, not enthusing about them.

Some forms of Indian asceticism, although not all, have a socio-political dimension and these cannot be marginalized as merely the wish to negate life.

Jesse rounded forward under the towel and cozied his feet in the bath water. It was as if no one else were around and Jesse was once again alone and at ease with his meditations. He said, "I can't figure it out: do you want to be like me, or do you want to be me?

Spend a long time alone, especially if you're someone who's never been that social to begin with, and you find yourself craving solitude.

The next time you have a thought . . . let it go.

Some people just need to read and think, to spend time alone sorting through the stories in their heads

The truth lies not in the mind but in the soul because the mind wavers but the soul is constant.

All kidding aside, if everyone did yoga, we would have world peace.

My feet beat out a steady muffled rhythm. My thoughts participated in each step, never getting ahead of me.

I wondered if walking was not a form of dancing.

I want to do something absolutely different, or perhaps nothing at all: just stay where I am, in my home, and absorb each hour, each day, and be alone; and read and think; and walk about the garden in the night; and wait, wait...

Patrice leaned to one side and put her ear to the trunk of a birch tree. She could hear the humming rush of the tree drinking from the earth. She closed her eyes, went through the bark like water, and was sucked up off the bud tips into a cloud.

thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?

Hildegarde stood, scratched her nose, an act for which she must later say a penance.

the reflective isolation of this year

I carefully kept myself in a cloud of unknowing.

He wasn't meek, but he was in his person deeply resigned to what he did. It was this immense resignation to the shape of his life that opened him every day to the experience of

I will not be distracted by noise, chatter, or setbacks. Patience, commitment, grace, and purpose will guide me.

When we create peace and harmony and balance in our minds, we will find it in our lives.