Quotes about Contemplation
There was no time anymore to be quiet or still or pray. So, in many ways, that's what led to my downward spin.
— Barbara Brown Taylor
Do not read to satisfy curiosity or to pass the time, but study such things as move your heart to devotion.
— Thomas a Kempis
Take time to be quiet.
— Zig Ziglar
You need to have time to really hear God.
— Karen Kingsbury
The spiritual journey has to do with learning to think more deeply and take as long a time as we need. That's the path to wisdom.
— Marianne Williamson
I couldn't bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldn't think about nothing else.
— Mark Twain
It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.
— Mark Twain
It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky, up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made, or only just happened- Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I judged it would have took too long to make so many.
— Mark Twain
I am a great and sublime fool. But then I am God's fool, and all His works must be contemplated with respect.
— Mark Twain
We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made, or only just happened - Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I judged it would have took too long to make so many. Jim said the moon could a laid them; well that looked kind of reasonable, so I didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as many, so of course It could be done.
— Mark Twain
I waked that I judged it was after eight o'clock. I laid there in the grass and the cool shade thinking about things, and feeling rested and ruther comfortable and satisfied. I could see the sun out at one or two holes, but mostly it was big trees all about, and gloomy in
— Mark Twain
We don not think, in the holy places; we think in bed, afterwards, when the glare, and the the noise, and the confusion are gone, and in fancy we revisit alone, the solemn monuments of the past, and summon the phantom pageants of an age that has passed away.
— Mark Twain