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In exploring new and doubtful tracts of speculation, the mind strikes out true and original views; as a drop of water hesitates at first what direction it will take, but afterwards follows its own course.
The 'deep pause' needed to cultivate wonder is far too often back-filled with an incessant busyness, as busyness errantly presumes a 'deep pause' to be deeply wasteful.
Most of the time, because of their failure to fasten on to words, my thoughts remain misty and nebulous. They assume vague, amusing shapes and are then swallowed up: I promptly forget them.
A man, doubtful of his dinner, or trembling at a creditor, is not much disposed to abstracted meditation, or remote enquiries.
Only in the stillness of thought can decisions be properly made.
I have always been amazed at my contemporaries' lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.
I stood still, a prey to a thousand thoughts, stifled in the robe of the evening.
moment, thought, what the hell?
If a thinker throws off too many unsystematic and rich insights, there is no place to grab onto his thought. The thing he is trying to illuminate seems as elusive as before.
Thought paceth like a hoary sage, but imagination hath wings as an eagle.
Those who contemplate never escape the doubt.
Doubt is a creature within the air.
It grows when someone hesitates.
All too often, when it comes to our own minds, we are surprisingly mindless. We sail on, blithely unaware of how much we are missing, of how little we grasp of our own thought process - and how much better we could be if only we'd taken the time to understand and to reflect.
For those who either perceive but dully, or retain the ideas that come into their minds but ill, who cannot readily excite or compound them, will have little matter to think on.
I can remain thoughtfully thoughtless, It is not an empty mind.
Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.
Modern man's besetting temptation is to sacrifice his direct perceptions and spontaneous feelings to his reasoned reflections; to prefer in all circumstances the verdict of his intellect to that of his immediate intuitions.
When one's thoughts are neither frivolous nor flippant, when one's thoughts are neither stiff-necked nor stupid, but rather, are harmonious
they habitually render physical calm and deep insight.
Profound it is, dark and obscure;
Formerly it was perceived in a person that on some occasion he wanted to think-it was perhaps the exception !-that he now wanted to become wiser and collected his mind on a thought:
Doubt is like frostbite, shivering at the edges of my mind.
eternally scared
Thoughtfulness is the way to deathlessness, thoughtlessness the way to death. The thoughtful do not die: the thoughtless are as if dead already.
I sit and pass judgment on myself: this is dull, this is unclear, this is insignificant: ergo I am dull, I am unclear, I am insignificant.
Foolish and irrelevant ideas strayed about his mind, as they always do in a time of tedious waiting.
Feeble and timid minds ... consider the use of dilatory and ambiguous measures as the most admirable efforts of consummate prudence.
Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action
Thought is an Idea in transit, which when once released, never can be lured back, nor the spoken word recalled. Nor ever can the overt act be erased.
Each time a thought came knocking on the door of her mind, she viewed it cautiously. Was it true? Was it honorable? Was it pure or lovely? Was it of good repute?
Speak to me as to thy thinking
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words ...
Inside every pause lived a contemplation
Thinking begins only when we have come to know that reason, glorified for centuries, is the stiff-necked adversary of thought.
Conscience. Imagine being pursued by your own conscience ... .A mountain of conscience. Throwing a lengthening shadow. Growing. Darkening.
My thoughts were a jumble.
I experienced the world in bewildering fragments and flashes.
Pondering must turn out to be your cash asset, regardless of whichever ups and downs you occur throughout in the everyday living.
My thoughts are often not tasty.
He pondered, having many disjointed and unconnected brooding thoughts; they swam through him like silvery fish. Fears, and mild dislikes, and apprehensions. And all the silvery fish recirculating to begin once more as fear.
Scattered wits take a long time picking up; and often before I had got them well together, they would be dispersed in all directions by one stray thought,
It's my choice now, no matter what the test says. Abnegation. Dauntless. Erudite. Divergent.
But I still remained paralyzed by indecision, reluctance, and endless second-guessing ...
Everything hangs on one's thinking.
The path to decision may be hard because it leads into the territory of both finiteness and groundlessness - domains soaked in anxiety.
I'm constantly thinking.
Instead of giving a firm foundation for setting the conscience of man at rest forever, Thou didst choose all that is exceptional, vague and enigmatic.
Think intelligently.
Think brilliantly.
Think sagaciously.
Think transcendentally.
My mind was not that of a conqueror, but that of a cow that spends its life chewing contentedly in the meadow of invoices, waiting for the train of eternal grace to pass by. How good it felt to exist without pride of ambition. To live in hibernation.
Murky thoughts, like murky waters, can serve two purposes only: to hide what lies beneath, which is our ignorance, or to make the shallow seem deep
Thinking is difficult and sometimes unpleasant.
Clarity is the counterbalance of profound thoughts.
Hesitation was fatal. Choose.
When in doubt, mumble; when in trouble, delegate; when in charge, ponder.
Wonder, or wander?Wander-- Erin Healy
Idleness, simon-pure, from which all manner of good springs like seed from a fallow soil, is sure to be misnamed and misconstrued ...
In the gap between thoughts
nonconceptual wisdom shines continuously.
Wonderful; such an active word - to be full of wonder.
An understanding that brought me uncertainty. A knowledge that plagued me with doubt
Contemplation is that condition of alert passivity, in which the soul lays itself open to the divine Ground within and without, the immanent and transcendent Godhead.
The tantalizing discomfort of perplexity is what inspires otherwise ordinary men and women to extraordinary feats of ingenuity and creativity; nothing quite focuses the mind like dissonant details awaiting harmonious resolution.
Gray, that moral murkiness where any decision might hold sway.
Thought Has joys apart, even in blackest woe, And seizing some fine thread of verity Knows momentary godhead.
Thought, infinitesimal thought, calm thought, pain.
Later, he asked himself how he had entered the calm. He couldn't talk about it with himself. Only joy at feeling he was in harmony with the words: Later, he ...
Spontaneity is the fragrance of no-mind.
immersed in a seemingly never-ending stream of thoughts, coming willy-nilly one after another in rapid succession.
how thoughtful is thoughtful enough.... how much thinking does thinking over ...
In the middle of these cogitations, apprehensions, and reflections,
For some thoughts, which sure would be the most beautiful, vanish before we can rightly scan their features; as though a god, travelling by our green highways, should but ope the door, give one smiling look into the house, and go again for ever.
Your silence was effortless and windless, like the silence of clouds or plants. All silence is the recognition of a mystery. There was much about you that seemed mysterious. A
I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear!
But he found himself rounding syllables like stones in his mouth, silently. He knew he was shy, and thought to be stupid; he was beginning to suspect, thought, that he wasn't stupid. Perhaps not even slow. Merely uneducated. But not, he hoped, uneducable.
The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.
Though man a thinking being is defined, Few use the grand prerogative of mind. How few think justly of the thinking few! How many never think, who think they do!
Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that.
There are no idle thoughts. All thinking produces form at some level.
A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought
POINT TO PONDER: Blessed are the balanced.
I wonder, I thought, what I am really thinking. Last week I would have known definitely but now everything seemed vague and evasive.
Sawbeaked epitome of bodiless Idea, tossed by gusts of ether, dive Through abstract mists and raid the sea of fact Eat rich strange fish, grow long bright feathers, press Form's flesh around thought's rib, and so derive From the act of beauty, beauty of the act.
You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for want of occasions for frittering away your life on silly trifles.
Uncertain of uncertainty, skeptical of skepticism, it seems that the most important question is whether there is an important question.
Something unfathomable lies behind every thought ... something for which there aren't any words.
There was a dense fog in my brain,impenetrable to any coherent thought,except the dull obsession of counting the minutes - an aching state of semi concsiousness and numb idiocy.
Too weary and dazed by unfinished sleep even to swear. There comes a degree of numbness in fatigue and exasperation which can be expressed only by a sullen silence.
A million thoughts went through my mind. What little mind I have.
Thinking ... is a soundless dialogue, it is the weaving of patterns, it is a search for meaning. The activity of thought contributes to and shapes all that is specifically human.
With its claims to profundity, boldness and originality, thinking still limits itself provisionally to the exclusively rational and scientific ... As soon as it lays hold of the feelings, it becomes spirit.
A word devoid of thought is a dead thing, and a thought unembodied in words remains a shadow.
It is one of the poignant anxieties of the thinker that he sees the shadow resting on the human soul, and that he gropes in darkness without being able to awaken that slumbering Progress.
Thought, stumbling, plods Past fallen temples, vanished gods, Altars unincensed, fanes undecked, Eternal systems flown or wrecked; Through trackless centuries that grant To the poor trudge refreshment scant, Age after age, pants on to find A melting mirage of the mind.
Conscience, the organ of feeling which dominates us and of the opinions which rule us, is presumptuous in the strong, timid in the weak and unfortunate, uneasy in the undecided.
One wandering thought pollutes the day;
Thoughts are things, and powerful things at that, when they are mixed with definiteness of purpose, persistence, and a burning desire ...
We wonder with our thoughts to our sacred-destination
Alert. Aware. Dreams and memories slip away. Thoughts tumble. Tangled. Confused. Sounds from my mouth are primal. What I want to say, what I need to say stays locked inside.
For it oft happens that a notion, when it is cloathed with words, seems tedious and operose and hard to be conceived, which yet being striped of that garniture, the ideas shrink into a narrow compass, and are viewed almost by one glance of thought.
Contemplation does not rest until it has found the object which dazzles it.
Thought is the seed of action; but action is as much its second form as thought is its first.
Waiting. For that missing seed crystal of thought that would suddenly solidify everything.
Let us not fear our wild thoughts for they can give rise to wondrous contemplation, creative endeavour, life changing ideas, momentous bliss.
People who are given to deliberating on their actions generally find themselves in a serious frame of mind when it comes to embarking on a journey or changing their mode of life. At such moments one reviews the past and forms plans for the future.
Nothing is so exhausting as indecision, and nothing is so futile.