Quotes About Meditation

Accept what comes from silence. Make the best you can of it. Of the little words that come out of the silence, like prayers prayed back to the one who prays, make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came. — Wendell Berry, from "How To Be a Poet," Given . (Counterpoint March 1, 2006) Originally published 2005.

a place where thought can take its shape as quietly in the mind as water in a pitcher...

All goes back to the earth, and so I do not desire pride of excess or power, but the contentments made by men who have had little: the fisherman's silence receiving the river's grace, the gardener's musing on rows.

A window opening on nothing but the blank sky was endlessly attractive to me; if I watched long enough, a bird or a cloud would appear within the frame, and I watched with patience.

Today I often said 'forest' to myself. Truth itself wanders through the forests.

The tools that strengthen the soul are understanding and living in objective love, engaging in the sensing exercise and meditation to strengthen the soul, and practicing love, compassion and humility to free it from the bondage of ego. Those are the basics." "That's

There is no real philosophy until the mind turns round and examines itself.

There his chief enterprises are reading and doing nothing.

Silence is the beginning of wisdom.

A book is a friend that will do what no friend does - be silent when we wish to think.

His only occupation is to contemplate the essence of things; and since he himself is the essence of all things, the form of all forms, his sole employment is the contemplation of himself. 40 Poor Aristotelian God!—

Sometimes," said Thoreau, "as I drift idly on Walden Pond, I cease to live and begin to be.

One thought fills immensity.

I have teken refuge in the doctrine that advises one not to seek tranquility in certainty but in permanently suspended judgement.

And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand.

He is thinking quietly: I should not have got out of the habit of prayer.

At night it is better still. I used to lie on the pallet in the hall waiting until I could hear them all asleep, so I could get up and go back to the bucket. It would be black, the shelf black, the still surface of the water a round orifice in nothingness, where before I stirred it awake with the dipper I could see maybe a star or two in the bucket, and maybe in the dipper a star or two before I drank. After that I was bigger, older.

Some looked at him as they passed, at the man sitting quietly behind the wheel of a small car, with his invisible life ravelled out about him like a wornout sock.

Surfing, to begin with, was not a "sport." It was a "path." And the more you poured into it, the more you got back from it—he

He read with a similar relaxed, long-haul attentiveness. We

Netherton said nothing, something he'd only recently been learning to deliberately do.

If only one had time to think!

Thought was a valuable thing, that got results.

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