Quotes About Meditation

Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all the delight of unpleasant recollections.

She mediated, by turns, on broken promises and broken arches, phaetons and false hangings, Tilneys and trap-doors.

She was not often invited to join in the conversation of the others, nor did she desire it. Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.

And you are never to stir out of doors till you can prove that you have spent ten minutes of every day in a rational manner.

En compañía de un libro uno se aburre mucho menos.

each found her greatest safety in silence…

What are men compared to rocks and trees?

I am amazingly absent; I believe I am the most absent creature in the world.

An interval of meditation, serious and grateful, was the best corrective of everything dangerous.

She wanted to be alone. Her mind was in a state of flutter and wonder, which made it impossible for her to be collected. She was in dancing, singing, exclaiming spirits; and till she had moved about, and talked to herself, and laughed and reflected, she could be fit for nothing rational.

You have another long walk before you.

Oh! Miss Woodhouse, the comfort of being sometimes alone!

Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions;

the art of knowing our own nothingness beyond our own circle

with a mind so occupied, she might have forgotten where she was. Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all the delight of unpleasant recollections.

ese algo propicio que sirve de consuelo a todos los que cierran los ojos cuando miran, o el entendimiento cuando razonan.

To learn to read, after all, is a descent into silence.

Silence is not acoustic. It is a change of mind, a turning around. —John Cage

Like James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916), Woolf 's first novel is a self-conscious meditation on the formation of an emergent intellectual and artist (a Ku¨nstlerroman).

THE OLD WISDOM When the night wind makes the pine trees creak And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky, Go out my child, go out and seek Your soul: The Eternal I. For all the grasses rustling at your feet And every flaming star that glitters high Above you, close up and meet In you: The Eternal I. Yes, my child, go out into the world; walk slow And silent, comprehending all, and by and by Your soul, the Universe, will know Itself: the Eternal I.

Peace starts within. (Jane Goodall).

Niña mía, sal al mundo, camina despacio y en silencio, absórbelo, y con el tiempo tu espíritu, el universo, se conocerá a sí mismo: el Yo Eterno.

The natural healing of sound can happen also when you do such a simple thing as listen to the rain. You do not need drugs, hypnotism, or even meditation. You only need to allow and direct the freedom of your conscious mind. Left alone, it will flow through thoughts and images that provide their own therapy.