Meditations Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are - Machiavelli, The Prince _______________ I took long slow breaths, in through my nose and out my mouth. My pulse was still quick but with each breath, it slowed. Back straight, sitting in a full lotus, I continued to meditate and cool off. My injuries kept my workout from being its usual intensity, but it helped get rid of the stiffness. The lock clicked and someone came into the room. While the scent was familiar, I couldn’t put a name to it.

"Close your eyes and focus on the necklaces. Let their energy flow through you." Jennifer did as she was told, feeling a warmth spreading from the necklaces to her entire body. "Now what?" "Now, listen," Madame Serena's voice was a distant echo. "The visions will come. Do not fear them. Embrace them." As Jennifer went deeper into meditation, her breathing became slower. Her mind started to fill with swirling images – flickers of faces, locations, and feelings. She witnessed Isabella, simultaneously laughing and crying, their intertwined lives forming a tapestry of memories. She sensed the burden of their collective past, the lingering conflicts, the affection, and the grief.

The first doppelganger, now bleeding from its mouth and struggling to speak, declares, "The way out is after all the blood goes away. You cowards can stay here with Us and Me to guard the castle; I'm going to visit Mom and Dad BY MYSELF!" I remember Jovielyn's advice about calming the mind. She'd said the path to enlightenment is fraught with strife, pain, and anguish. "This certainly qualifies as anguish," I think. If meditation can help a dying woman forget her fate, surely it can help me gather the fragments of my shattered self. As the nonsensical chatter continues in the background, I close my eyes and concentrate... "Inhale, exhale, one..." "Inhale, exhale, two..." "Inhale, exhale, thr

NIRVANA I tried to meditate, but I was too distracted to focus. I could hear Knight talking to Zarah on the phone. I took a deep breath again, closed my eyes, and blocked everything around me. Breathed in and breathed out. Slowly, I challenged my mind to focus on one thing— my breathing when my mind went wandering. “Let go,” something in my head told me. I breathed out. I thought of the pile of wood outside, the smell of earth, the dampness on the ground, and the fresh, chilly air.

Diana I sit cross-legged in the center of the clearing, my breath steady, my eyes closed, lost in the rhythm of meditation. Dominicus’s voice rings in my mind, reminding me of the importance of focus. ‘Clear your mind. Feel the world around you, with all of your senses. Be one with it’. It’s a mantra, one I’ve struggled with, but now, after weeks of practice, I can actually feel it. The steady hum of the earth beneath me, the cool breeze against my skin, the distant rustle of leaves. It’s all becoming clearer, more vivid.

“That’s not how you meditate. You don’t reach into the deep of your soul that way. You can’t take it. In fact, it’s not a thing you take. You have to make a quiet enough room for it to come to you. And you can’t do that in a cold open field with the whole world watching and a makeshift cemetery of dead birds. You need stillness. You need a still room.” I just stare at her. I don’t know the first thing about meditating, or reaching deep into my soul, or whatever theory she is spinning. I look for the trap. I look for the sneer, the trick, the game in her eyes. But there is nothing in her expression giving away a lie. She is just sitting by the fire, effortlessly stating a fact. And here is th

Green asked herself. The unread book on her hand since before, Green smiled at it, especially at quotation written on the cover. "For those who have been hurted in the past," stated the quotation. From the very first glance, the novel has intrigued her. Green laughed at herself, her past was not beautiful, she had a lot of bad memories, and to get to this point it was not easy for her. The gratitude she had expressed to herself was a form of appreciation for her enduring to this day.

And painted across both sides, three simple quotes from Sophia’s memoir: “You are not hard to love.” “Your silence was never a flaw. It was a pause.” “We don’t rise to impress. We rise to breathe.” Ralia sat up front beside Sophia, her journal clutched like a lifeline. Her eyes shone as brightly as the morning sun they’d chased out of Benin. “I still can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, almost afraid to wake the dream. Sophia smiled, her gaze steady on the road ahead. “Neither can I.”

There are certain mediation techniques, which I read in a book to calm the mind, it says to go back to the places where we feel most at peace whether it is to go back to certain sceneries in the mind like the night at a beach or spendig time in the mountians anywhere, whether it be a place or a person, go back so I do. I get lost in the time, where Aiden and I first met, he was on the terrace, just a stranger yet with him felt like as if he is the one I knew, as if I could feel the turmoil withing him. I get lost in the beautiful garden where we talked for hours, and before I know darkness conusmes me. Two days later. “Get up dear.” A voice wakes me up, the tug on my shoulder makes me open m

I couldn't possibly reason that I needed it to write recipes. 'Hi, Nora. I'm glad you never gave up and kept fighting. I promise I will be a wolf you can rely on, and you can be proud of me.' Ava said in a cheerful tone. I smile. I do meditation three times a day and every day. Now it doesn't take me long to empty my mind and achieve calm and peace. I didn't take long to wait for Ava to answer me either.