Quotes About Meditation

Remember, you're not doing nothing—you're taking action through nonaction.

Thinking and contents are to be left alone. The "I" is not to intervene as if it exercised mastery over these contents.

Sundays, especially in late afternoon, if you are alone, open a breach in time.

It was solitude, but it was solitude that wasn't lonely. Solitude that could sort things out. And he hadn't had that in ages.

A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.

I do it all the time now, reaching for the silence, making the thoughts and memories go away, and most of the time it works on the outside, too.

Patrick Nielsen Hayden

I need you to breathe for me.

the slow regard of silent things had wafted off the moisture in the air.

Para temer de verdad algo tienes que detenerte a pensar en ello.

Always think about what you're singing, honey.

If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name.

El secreto consiste en concentrarte en lo que estás haciendo. No debes mirar al suelo. No debes girar la cabeza. Debes olvidarte del mundo y confiar en que el mundo te devuelva el favor.

the silence remained.

silence was his. This

soaking in the quiet until he was full of it, then taking it with him when he left.

Does this seem to be a place that concerns itself overmuch with the turning of the world?

What other option did I have, now that words had failed me? What do any of us have when words fail us?

Se fue volviendo cada vez más introvertido. Le gustaba vagar solo y sin rumbo...

ever farther from human beings, driving him on ever more insistently toward the magnetic pole of the greatest possible solitude.

Sintió como la sangre caliente volvía a darle vida y como se apoderaba de él la voluntad de llevar a cabo lo que se había propuesto, incluso con más fuerza que antes, porque ahora la voluntad no tenía su origen en un simple anhelo, sino que había surgido de una decisión meditada… Poseía para ello una personalidad demasiado tenaz, un temperamento demasiado retorcido y un espíritu demasiado refinado.

He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself. No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in his own existence and found it splendid.

And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and he entered. The next performance in the theater of Grenouille's soul was beginning.

There's many benefits from a good read, just as some must sing a lungful of psalm, or take the bottle down from the shelf.