Quotes About Meditation

I've learnt that solitude is sometimes a path that leads to peace

While you're working, you don't have to look life in the eye.

Knjiga je pismo koje pisac pise sam sebi, kako bi si rekao stvari koje drugacije ne bi mogao shvatiti.

Am hot?rât c? existenÈ›a mea va fi una a c?rÈ›ilor È™i a t?cerii.

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It's like concentrating on your own breath: once you start thinking about the air rushing in and out of your body, your breath has a way of getting stuck in your throat so that you understand how easy it would be to fall down and die.

Las siete moradas es muchas cosas: una guía acerca de la vida y la época de santa Teresa de Ávila, esa extraordinaria santa y maestra contemplativa del siglo XVI; una guía para gozar de su maravilloso texto de meditación, El castillo interior; y, por último pero no menos importante, una guía para el alma: una guía hermosa, tierna, radiante, cariñosa, amorosa y auténtica, que nos conduce por el territorio de nuestro espíritu.

9. Are you comfortable thinking about your life in impersonal terms?

I drove slowly because there

tired as she was, the idea of stirrups

As we meditate on the undeserved mercy of God in forgiving our sins, we will freely grant forgiveness and kindness to our husbands and children.

The thinking mind is best controlled by the imagination.

Jake had begun to carry chalk in his pockets, also. He wrote brief sentences. He tried to word them so that a man would think.

The quiet room was too peaceful and comfortable to worry in.

Close your eyes and stare into the dark.

There are certain kinds of silence that make you walk on air.

Our thoughts are ever-changing, because we put them there.

Leggendo non cerchiamo idee nuove, ma pensieri già da noi pensati, che acquistano sulla pagina un suggello di conferma.

You can listen to silence, Reuven. I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own. It talks to me sometimes. I feel myself alive in it. It talks. And I can hear it.

Those mornings, the beach was my synagogue and the waves and gulls were audience to my prayers. I stood on the beach and felt wind-blown sprays of ocean on my face, and I prayed. And sometimes the words seemed more appropriate to this beach than to the synagogue on my street.

the knitting acted like some kind of mood drug on her, as she conversed with uncharacteristic levity and patience with a voice she was hearing in her head.

Hoyt was by himself right under one of the portable lights rigged up for the occasion. He had his hands thrust in his pockets, and he looked more serious than I'd ever seen him. There was something strange about the sight, and after a second I figured out why. It was one of the few times I'd ever seen Hoyt alone.

What are you, Zen Master Fang?

There are times to think and times to lie fallow