Quotes About Meditation

no better occupation than to look down into the garden.

a bookworm-one of those men who are born to gnaw dead thoughts. His clothes, you see, are covered with the dust of libraries. He has no inward fountain of ideas... - Earth's Holocaust, Hawthorne

Whenever any subject so forcibly affects the mind, time is well spent in thinking of it.

Sometimes I sits and thinks. Other times I sits and drinks, but mostly I just sits.

You may ask any question. Some, however, must be answered by silence

I conclude it would be a good place to be alone with my thoughts, but I should already know that my thoughts are never alone.

Her eyes are open and her mind is somewhere else.

Now he's far away, floating in the clouds, playing Scrabble with the Dalai Lama, but wouldn't you know it, all the tiles are in Tibetan.

Bit by bit, they come to appreciate inner peace. Which is as it should be. In time, all storms settle to a pleasant breeze.

Scythe Anastasia took a deep breath of precisely 3,644 milliliters, and slowly released it.

His one-eight feels a whole lot bigger when I spend time hanging around in his grey matter.

Now he was so deep in his own unsavorism, he wasn't quite sure he wanted to come up for air.

Why must everyone always ask me what I believe in? Why must I believe in anything at all right now? Can't I just have some time to think about it first?

La soledad es el estado propio del genio y del elegido.

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

It seemed better to delay thinking.

Sometimes a man doesn't know what to do about things and sometimes it's best to lie very still and try not to think at all about anything.

they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

You get so alone at times that it just makes sense.

There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine. Nobody would fuck with me. I could go into a cell for months of meditation where I wouldn't have to look at anybody and they could just send in the wine.

Often the best parts of life were when you weren't doing anything at all, just mulling it over, chewing on it. I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know what I mean? And optimistic pessimism.

I still believe in more privacy and less talk.

it's necessary for me sometimes just to be alone and quiet and doing nothing. - my telephone

my typewriter is tombstone still. and I am reduced to bird watching.