Quotes About Meditation

In a classroom, when it's silent, they're thinking. You've got to give them time to think.

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We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.

In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

I'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.

I'm often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I'm running? I don't have a clue.

When I'm running I don't have to talk to anybody and don't have to listen to anybody. This is a part of my day I can't do without.

Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.

Being active every day makes it easier to hear that inner voice.

The thoughts that occur to me while I'm running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of all different sizes. They come and they go, while the sky remains the same sky always. The clouds are mere guests in the sky that pass away and vanish, leaving behind the sky.

How many Sundays – how many hundreds of Sundays like this – lay ahead of me? "Quiet, peaceful and lonely," I said aloud to myself. On Sundays i didn't wind my spring.

Pointless thinking is worse than no thinking at all.

When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently.

Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me.

You throw a stone into a deep pond. Splash. The sound is big, and it reverberates throughout the surrounding area. What comes out of the pond after that? All we can do is stare at the pond, holding our breath.

That's all I think about these days. Must be because I have so much time to kill every day. When you don't have anything to do, your thoughts get really, really far out-so far out you can't follow them all the way to the end.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.

The power to concentrate was the most important thing. Living without this power would be like opening one's eyes without seeing anything.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

By then running had entered the realm of the metaphysical. First there came the action of running, and accompanying it there was this entity known as me. I run; therefore I am.

I just want to think deeply about things. Contemplate ideas in a pure, free sort of way. That's all. If you think about it, that's kind of like constructing a vacuum.

The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.

No matter how mundane some action might appear, keep at it long enough and it becomes a contemplative, even meditative act.

The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.