Quotes about Contemplation
Deciding to fill our minds with God is how we keep our hearts. To listen to his Word and nourish our whole beings with it is not a nice thing we might do occasionally. Our very lives depend upon it.
— Dallas Willard
In particular, I had learned that intensity is crucial for any progress in spiritual perception and understanding. To dribble a few verses or chapters of scripture on oneself through the week, in church or out, will not reorder one's mind and spirit—just as one drop of water every five minutes will not get you a shower, no matter how long you keep it up. You need a lot of water at once and for a sufficiently long time. Similarly for the written Word.
— Dallas Willard
Seek not to speak, but that you might have something to say.
— Dallas Willard
Set aside days to spend alone with God to seek his face and to imagine that face shining with joy as it looks at you. As the ancient Jewish benediction puts it: The LORD bless you and keep you; The LORD make His face shine upon you, And be gracious to you; The LORD lift up His countenance upon you [look right at you] And give you peace. (NUM. 6:24—26)
— Dallas Willard
When it comes to experiencing the sufficiency of God, we are not talking about what God can do; we are talking about what we need to do. And what we need to do is to turn our minds to God.
— Dallas Willard
Develop the habit of seeing the world through God's eyes.
— Dallas Willard
Sit in the companionship of God—the one who shows up and can be seen.
— Dallas Willard
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature — trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.
— Mother Teresa
Lord Chi Wen thought three times before taking any action. When the Master heard this, he said: Twice is plenty enough.
— Confucius
I knew what he was doing. He was walking away from his thoughts but his thoughts were staying with him.
— Wendell Berry
For what seemed a long time Mat knelt there with his father's dead wrist in his hand, while his mind arrived and arrived and yet arrived at that place and time and that body lying still on the soiled and bloodied stones.
— Wendell Berry
Make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came.
— Wendell Berry