Quotes About Encounter

Jemand sagte mir, daß Dinge, die wir für Erinnerung halten, Gegenwart sind. Es überzeugt. Dann wieder verwirrt es. Denn es nimmt den Dingen, die uns begegnen, schlechterdings die Zeit, und oft weiß ich nicht mehr, wo in meinem Leben ich mich eigentlich befinde. Das ist sehr abenteuerlich. Ich treffe Leute, die gar nicht mehr sind, und rede mit ihnen.

Pablo tenía sangre en sus manos y diplomas religiosos en su pared. Pero entonces llegó el momento en el camino a Damasco. Jesús apareció. Y una vez Pablo vio a Jesús, ya no pudo ver más.

The Spirit found me.

A friend may be waiting behind a stranger's face.

Because of the routines we follow, we often forget that life is an ongoing adventure. . . Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art: to bring all our energies to each encounter, to remain flexible enough to notice and admit when what we expected to happen did not happen. We need to remember that we are created creative and can invent new scenarios as frequently as they are needed.

After that exercise, the ship of my life might or might not be sailing on calm seas. The challenging days of my existence might or might not be bright and promising. From that encounter on, whether my days are stormy or sunny and if my nights are glorious or lonely, I maintain an attitude of gratitude. If pessimism insists on occupying my thoughts, I remember there is always tomorrow. Today I am blessed.

I'm startled or at least taken aback when people walk up to me and without being questioned inform me that they are Christians. My first response is the question Already? It seems to me that becoming a Christian is a lifelong endeavor.

The miserable little encounter had nothing to do with me, the me of me, any more than it had to do with that silly clerk. The incident was a recurring dream, concocted years before by stupid whites and it eternally came back to haunt us all. The secretary and I were like Hamlet and Laertes in the final scene, where, because of harm done by one ancestor to another, we were bound to duel to the death. Also because the play must end somewhere.

From that encounter on, whether my days are stormy or sunny and if my nights are glorious or lonely, I maintain an attitude of gratitude. If pessimism insists on occupying my thoughts, I remember there is always tomorrow. Today I am blessed.

One song bled into another and they remained locked together, neither willing to break the intimacy that surrounded them, concealing them in the small space the two occupied.

Jesse, this is Craig. Craig, Jesse. You two should get along. Jesse's dead, too.

Friend Tim shakes hands with Perfect Specimen of Mankind. Will never wash right hand again.

Ah, said the magus, understanding at once. I see that he means to be prepared if he meets him again. Surely that's unlikely, said Sounis. I don't think unlikely means to him what it does to the rest of us, said the magus.

The prison keeper choose an inopportune time to look around the doorway into the cell. He and the king locked gazes, and the king's eyes narrowed while the prison keeper's widened.

The queen had passed him, so close he'd felt the stir of air, and he guessed that if she had turned her head, only a little, and met his eyes, he might have died right there.

when i felt bobby staring at me, i looked up. our eyes met, and he held my gaze; he held my gaze like he was holding me, and i held him as though holding him. then he looked away, he was gone and it was over - a one-minute stand.

She led him into the family room and introduced him to Alice and Jeremy. Sensing Tommy's eyes on her and

Only dialectical images are genuine images (that is, not archaic); and the place where one encounters them is language.

But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!

The collie-dog Kep met her coming out, What are you doing with those onions? Where do you go every afternoon by yourself, Jemima Puddle-duck? Jemima

From certain standpoints, to travel is to encounter the terrorizing force of white supremacy.

and their husbands. When the Quauhquechollans saw how peaceably

Earsling,' a harsh voice challenged me from beside the Wheatsheaf's heart. 'What rancid demon brought you here to spoil my day?' I stared. And stared. Because the last person I had ever expected to see in AEthelred's stronghold of Gleawecestre was staring at me. 'Well, earsling?' he demanded, 'what are you doing here?' It was my father.

He smiled at Stiorra. "I am the Jarl Sigtryggr Ivarson, and you are?" "Stiorra Uhtredsdottir," she said. "And I took you to be a goddess," he answered.