Quotes About Engagement

Your primary purpose is now to enable consciousness to flow into what you do.

See if you can give much more attention to the doing than to the result that you want to achieve through it. Give your fullest attention to whatever the moment presents. This implies that you also completely accept what is, because you cannot give your full attention to something and at the same time resist it.

The reason why some people love to engage in dangerous activities, such as mountain climbing, car racing, and so on, although they may not be aware of it, is that it forces them into the Now — that intensely alive state that is free of time, free of problems, free of thinking, free of the burden of the personality. Slipping away from the present moment even for a second may mean death. Unfortunately, they come to depend on a particular activity to be in that state.

La razón por la que a algunas personas les encanta embarcarse en actividades peligrosas, como el montañismo, las carreras de autos u otras, aunque puede que no sean conscientes de ello, es que los fuerzan a entrar en el Ahora, ese estado intensamente vívido que está libre del tiempo, libre de problemas, libre del pensamiento, libre del peso de la personalidad.

you can practice this by taking any routine activity that normally is only a means to an end and giving it your fullest attention

Accept — then act. Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it. Always work with it, not against it.

Always say "yes" to the present moment.

Being present is always infinitely more powerful than anything one could say or do, although sometimes being present can give rise to words or actions.

what you do to add to the human existence—that is what matters

been extolling for the last twenty minutes, then fixed me with a polite stare. "Is something wrong?" I opened my mouth

Absent- that was what he was: so absent from everything most densely real and near to those about him that it sometimes startled him to find they still imagined he was there.

The true felicity of a lover of books is the luxurious turning of page by page, the surrender, not meanly abject, but deliberate and cautious, with your wits about you, as you deliver yourself into the keeping of the book. This I call reading.

She would not have put herself out so much to say so little.

What is reading, in the last analysis, but an interchange of thought between writer and reader? If the book enters the reader's mind just as it left the writer's -- without any of the additions and modifications inevitably produced by contact with a new body of thought -- it has been read to no purpose.

The idea that reading is a moral quality has unhappily led many conscientious persons to renounce their innocuous dalliance with light literature for more strenuous intercourse. These are the persons who make it a rule to read.

Real reading is reflex action; the born reader reads as unconsciously as he breathes; and, to carry the analogy a degree farther, reading is no more a virtue than breathing.

He pocketed his watch with a milder look, and began to turn about busily in the empty shell of his own mind. His universe was a brilliantly illuminated circle extending from himself at it's centre to the exact limit of his occupations and interests.

The allegation that English girls had no conversation must be true; but theirs was a SPEAKING silence. Their eyes and smiles were eloquent! She hoped it would teach their own girls that they need not chatter like magpies.

La lectura debería ser un acto de creación, como el escribir.

Meanwhile everything matters — that concerns you.

I told him he must treat the political audience as one coming, not to see an etching, but a poster," he said to Jusserand and Archie Butt. "He must, therefore, have streaks of blue, yellow, and red to catch the eye, and eliminate all fine lines and soft colors.

The reason that he knew so much about everything, I found, was that wherever he went he got right in with the people 

The celebration of current battles by poets who have not taken part in them has produced some of the emptiest verse that exists.

Mr. Coaxyoram himself and many a young girl soft on him, but oh, what a gentleman and from a scion of gentlemen. I learned that it was his horse, Red River, that would be played for. He had given it to his friend Jacksie who had lost his all gambling, and the lady he'd been engaged to had jilted him and had not even returned the engagement ring that was his mother's, which was an heirloom.