Quotes About Meditation

In fatigue and solitude men emanate the divine.

Etre seul, c'est s'entrainer a la mort.

Her favorite patch was the least showy: the herb garden. A raised stone circle, no bigger than a beach umbrella, was filled with rosemary, sage, wild thyme, mint, lemon verbena, lavender, and burnet.

gardening was the same as prayer: being quiet, present, and appreciative of nature.

poetry requires a different kind of view, one where you look inside.

The Tibetan Book of the Dead.

A man who works cannot dream. And it is only through dreams that we achieve wisdom.

When you are philosophizing you have to descend into primeval chaos and feel at home there.

To pray is to think about the meaning of life.

Lessi così di tutto un po', disordinatamente; ma libri, in ispecie, di filosofia. Pesano tanto: eppure, chi se ne ciba e se li mette in corpo, vive tra le nuvole.

Ah, to be no longer conscious of being, like a stone, like a plant! To remember no longer even one's own name! Stretched out upon the grass, hands interlaced at the back of one's neck, to look up at the dazzling, sun-puffed clouds as they sail past in the blue sky, to listen to the wind which makes, up there in the chestnut grove, a sound like the breaking of the sea.

I think about death sometimes. Analytically, of course.

But these two? Robert thought a

That too is a truism among us, aunera. We say that your work must also provide your meditation, and if it does not soothe you to undertake some part of it, you are in the wrong work.)

Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak.

Breath with awareness is prana. Breath without awareness is just air.

Time creates history. Meditation creates the moment.

The more you listen to your breath, the more you can hear the voice of your soul.

Tis good to be sad and say nothing!" - When these words of Shakespeare caught my attention, I confess I felt an echo, a delicious echo.

I descended into physical and moral immobility, and my body became a plant, a stone, mud, nothing at all…

a solidão é oficina de ideias, e o espírito deixado a si mesmo, embora no meio da multidão, pode adquirir uma tal ou qual atividade.

Quando fumo parece que aspiro a eternidade

Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind.

If I sit for a while, then my impatience, crossness, frustration, are indeed annihilated, and my sense of humor returns.