Meditations Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

“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

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.

“ It's going great. It was tough at first, but I'm slowly getting better at it. ” “ Okay. You don't have to try so hard now, I'm here. ” I saw how a smile bloomed on her face at my words. “ Yeah, Thanks. ” “ What about daily meditation? ” “ I haven't missed a day. The meditations help me release a lot of toxic thoughts and emotions. ” “ That's good! What's your favorite verse for this week? ” “ You do know that it's only Tuesday today, the third day of the week. ”

"Do you think it would be alright if I join you? Since my wolf came back, I've been having trouble communicating with him. I promised my Luna I would meditate with her several times a week, so this could be good practice for me. I mean, if it is okay with you, obviously. I can let Beta Lenora know I will speak with her later.” It is the most romantic thing I have ever seen or heard. Bronx admitting to having a problem and asking for help from someone he barely knows because he made a promise to me. I take his hand and pull it to my mouth for a quick kiss. Our hands glow lightly at the touch. “Ahh. I see. Well, Alpha Bronx, I would never deny someone the opportunity to align their spirit with

I shut the door behind me, locking it carefully, then laid the book on my desk. The cover glimmered faintly in the dawn light, like it was alive. I ran my hand over it, whispering to no one but myself. “You’ll help me end him.” Then I opened it again. Page after page, I read until the sun rose completely, painting the world in pale gold. The book spoke of mirrors of thought, techniques to teach telepaths to reflect emotion rather than absorb it, to project calm even while their minds burned. It described meditation patterns, breathing cycles, and ancient chants meant to align energy with memory.

I wanted so badly to believe that we could overcome all the animosity that existed between us but I didn’t know if I’d ever really be able to trust her. I tried to close my eyes and empty my mind like I did in training with Lenora. I pushed Kendra and Andrew out of my mind and then worked on clearing the kids from it. They were always the hardest thing to stop thinking about when I tried to meditate. After what felt like forever I felt myself finally starting to slip into sleep. A loud hoot from an owl outside my window brought me back to my room and I sighed in frustration. I just wanted to sleep and put this day behind me.

When you’re faced with solitary confinement for the rest of your life, perhaps embracing insanity is the smart play. I waited for her reply, but none came. After about ten minutes I returned to the bed and sat down cross legged. If I got really good at meditating, maybe I would learn to levitate. Back home I’d have found the idea ridiculous, but here it might be possible. I had plenty of time to find out. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. It was the only thing I knew about meditation — in through the nose, out through the mouth. There was a scraping sound. I opened one eye. Everything looked the same. There was another scrape. A stone in the opposite wall moved. It wiggled from s

The next couple of days follow the same routine. I’m left alone through most of it. Outside of Willow, no one speaks to me. I continue to try meditation with little luck, and balance seems impossible. Willow seems patient, but I’m sure she is growing frustrated. During our lessons, Willow often reminds me to clear my mind. It sounds so easy, yet my mind is never clear. On the seventh day, I sit under the oak tree trying to meditate when I hear a familiar voice, “Hello little dove.”