Quotes About Meditation

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Speaking as somebody who's been in the drug scene, it's not something you can go on and on doing, you know. It's like drink, or anything, you've got to come to terms with it. You know, like too much food, or too much anything. You've got to get out of it. You're left with yourself all the time, whatever you do--you know, meditation, drugs or anything. But you've got to get down to your own god and your own temple in your head.

Deep breathing helps when your heart falls out of your chest. I learned this from the

In advanced meditation you become light. You transcend self, ego, time, space, and dimensionality.

A time comes when you don't have to use meditation techniques anymore. You just sit down and you are nonexistence itself.

Ik zal met mijn verstand niet kunnen begrijpen waarom ik bid en toch zal ik blijven bidden.

If, then, I were asked for the most important advice I could give, that which I considered to be the most useful to the men of our century, I should simply say: in the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.

Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.

A snatch of Nietzsche came to him

I suddenly felt tired of listening to my own voice.

Lately I've been falling asleep with my headphones on, the music paving over my thoughts.

You might say a prayer or two while you're waiting.

Planinski vrhunci su posebna mjesta koja mogu dati energiju svakome tko boravi na njima.

a pleasant reverie

Within the heart is an unfathomable depth. —The Macarian Homilies *Macarius of Egypt was a Coptic Christian monk and hermit.

Take a nice, long walk. Don't think about your book. Have a little notebook or recorder with you. You'll find the "boys in the basement" sending stuff up. When they do, write it down, and keep walking. (Note: I love Stephen King's metaphor of the "boys in the basement" from his book

Saul was hunched over his drink like it was a small fire.

I feel slow. I think slowly, I talk slowly, I react slowly. In the blur and rush of everything around me, I am more mindful. The mindfulness has grown quietly and surely, perhaps more a result of my slow, sparse environment in Kanglung than my own efforts. I can see how it would evaporate here without a consistent daily practice. I

I need to be alone. After a full day of talking, smiling, listening, showing, nodding, translating, I want to be alone. I want simply to come home, close the door, and sit in silence, gathering up the bits of myself that have come loose. I want to think, or not think. I want to rest.

Buddhism, we say that life is like housekeeping in a dream. We may get a lot done, but in the end we wake up and what does it come to, all that effort?

Our Mind need relax to reach goals.

Whenever he had a problem, he found that being near the water put things in perspective.

sequestered

Let us have the luxury of silence.