Quotes about Contemplation
As you get older, time speeds up but life slows down.
— John Maxwell
To one who has enjoyed the full life of any scene, of any hour, what thoughts can be recorded about it seem like the commas and semicolons in the paragraph-mere stops.
— Margaret Fuller
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
— John Keats
Jerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blest, beneath thy contemplation sink heart and voice oppressed.
— John Mason Neale
Thinking too much just brings it back to me, me, me—but thanking takes my eyes off myself and my mistakes and puts them on others, on things bigger than myself. I can't stand here very long without being humbled at how small I am and amazed at how big and beautiful our world is.
— Elizabeth Musser
What is a demanding pleasure that demands the use of ones mind! Not in the sense of problem solving, but in the sense of exercising discrimination, judgment, awareness.
— Ayn Rand
In the lonely hours, I have spent a great deal of time thinking about eternal things. I have contemplated the comforting doctrines of eternal life.
— Joseph Wirthlin
Two percent of the people think; three percent of the people think they think; and ninety-five percent of the people would rather die than think.
— George Bernard Shaw
Even when she was speaking, her soul was in prayer reposing on an unseen support.
— George Eliot
But it is very difficult to be learned; it seems as if people were worn out on the way to great thoughts, and can never enjoy them because they are too tired.
— George Eliot
H]e was in another sort of contemplative mood perhaps more common in the young men of our day — that of questioning whether it were worth while to take part in the battle of the world: I mean, of course, the young men in whom the unproductive labor of questioning is sustained by three or five per cent on capital which somebody else has battled for.
— George Eliot
The best introduction to astronomy is to think of the nightly heavens as a little lot of stars belonging to one's own homestead.
— George Eliot