Quotes About Meditation

The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours.

Tom drifting into an unremarkable and for the most part internal existence.

Another small mystery to muse over, if you like, or just forget, which I recommend.

Maybe one morning I'll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.

Don't think, I told myself. Think nothingness. But even nothingness was something. It was a thought.

Say a prayer at the stones of home

El silencio no era quietud o calma, y desde luego no era paz.

breathing then, for

People who work alone know the beauty of solitude. The perhaps greater beauty of loneliness

When you find yourself stressed, tense, and veering toward anxiety eating, take a time-out for just three breaths. Long, deep breaths.

The only way to get out of this suicidal pattern is to leave the battlefield by going to the Watcher's place of peace. EXERCISE:

research on meditation does indicate that staying in a compassionate mode toward one's self removes brain activity from zones that trigger flight, fight, and frenzied eating.

Don't I ever do anything else but take soulful walks down the Bayswater Road, I thought, as I walked soulfully down the Baywater Road.

Now I have to lie on the bed for a few minutes and let the solitude gather round me once more.

We never come to thoughts. They come to us.

A resounding of the authentic word can arise only from silence

The meeting of the solitary ones can happen only in solitude.

La conciencia habla única y constantemente en la modalidad del silencio. (§ 56)

Nearly two thousand years ago a sage named Ben Bag-Bag insisted that students must go deeper, turning the biblical text over and over again: "Turn it over and over because everything is in it and reflect upon it and wax grey and old over it and do not leave it, for you have no better lot than that" (Abot 5:22).

But she knew she would not sleep until she had somehow sorted through her thoughts about the night before. She pulled a chair to the window, blew out the candle, and sat looking out onto the moonlit lawns and trees.

no hay objeto de estudio más digno del hombre que el hombre mismo».

my thoughts were far from the daring speculations of the writer.

Arthur Conan Doyle

he was, I knew perfectly well what it was over which he was brooding.