Quotes About Meditation

Jag tror icke att en tänkare behöver söka ensamheten. Den ensamhet, han behöver, för han med sig, som snigeln sitt hus. Mitt i människovimlet följer den honom, ty den är ingen yttre omständighet, men en egenskap.

A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with "a sort of greedy enjoyment," as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was "saturated with the bouquet of silence."

A good book is always on tap; it may be decanted and drunk a hundred times, and it is still there for further imbibement.

the end of reading is not more books but more life

Call went through much of the next day in a daze.

is the soul.

He didn't dare think about the past, and he wouldn't let himself think about the future.

Polyhymnia's

To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.

La solitude est une belle chose; mais il faut quelqu'un pour vous dire que la solitude est une belle chose.

We pass the word around we ponder how the case is put by different people, we read the poetry we meditate over the literature we play the music we change our minds we reach an understanding. Society evolves this way, not by shouting each other down, but by the unique capacity of unique, individual human beings to comprehend each other.

ethical conduct (??la), meditative stabilization (sam?dhi), and wisdom (vipa?yan?).

Here it is night: I stay at the Summit Temple. Here I can touch the stars with my hand. I dare not speak aloud in the silence For fear of disturbing the dwellers of Heaven.

STAYING THE NIGHT AT A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE The high tower is a hundred feet tall, From here one's hand could pluck the stars. I do not dare to speak in a loud voice, I fear to disturb the people in heaven.

We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

The birds have vanished into the sky and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

She entered a state where prayer and poetry became one and the everyday world seemed full of holiness and significance.

But every time she tried yoga she found herself silently chanting her own mantra: I'm so boooored, I'm so boooored.

She found that the less she thought, the more often she found simple truths appearing right in front of her.

Scans showed that the brain activity of someone who had taken psilocybin bore striking similarities to the brain of an experienced meditator during deep meditation.

going to sit on the beach, eat ice creams, and work out whatever the problem is.

It wasn't that she'd found any solutions or experienced any earth-shattering revelations, but the act of observing her looping thoughts seemed slow them down until at last they came to a complete stop, and she'd found that for moments of time she thought... nothing. Nothing at all. Her mind was quite empty. And those moments were lovely.

Stay still. Stop talking. Stop wanting. Just be. You'll hear it, or feel it. Close your eyes and you'll see it.

While you look at the stars tonight I want you to reflect on two koans. The first one is this: Out of nowhere the mind comes forth." Masha paused. "And the second: Show me your original face, the one you had before your parents were born.