Quotes About Encounter

There are people I've yet to meet who are waiting for my path to intersect with theirs, so they can complete their own journeys. I don't know who or where they are, but I know for certain that they are waiting.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Father Veronica, not looking at me but gazing at the monitor with fear and wonder. "Bartolomeo

But there is a danger that we might begin to think of the encounter with God as if it were something radically distinct from our ordinary activities. In fact, we Catholics believe that in Jesus Christ, God rendered the whole of human existence holy. Because of Jesus we should expect to find the sacred not merely juxtaposed to our ordinary lives on a separate, supernatural plane, but in the midst of our ordinary human activities.

The people who know God well—mystics, hermits, prayerful people, those who risk everything to find God—always meet a lover, not a dictator.

Every human being, no matter how 'ignorant' or submerged in the 'culture of silence' he may be, is capable of looking critically at his world in dialogical encounter with others.

Rose? Is that you?" I peered behind him. Lissa. "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" She asked "Ladies, ladies" he said teasingly. "No need to fight over me." I glared. "We're not.

I?ve seen you too. Ozera. Crispin, right?? ?Christian,? corrected Lissa. ?Right.? .... ?So what brings you and Christopher here?? asked Blake. He finished a glass of something amber colored and set it down beside the new drink. ?Christian,? said Christian. .... Blake gave her puppy-dog eyes. ?But you just got here! I was hoping we could get to know each other.? It went without saying what he meant by that. ?Oh. And Kreskin too.

You used nunchucks on a moose?" Wolfe got a haunted look in his eyes. "I used all sorts of things on that bastard.

I hadn't gotten far when I ran into Mason. Good God. Men everywhere.

This," Adrian said grandly, "is Blake Lazar." "It's nice to meet you," she said. Blake smile radiantly. "May I call you Vasilisa?" "You can call me Lissa." "You can also," added Christian, "let go of her hand now.

Ma'am?" She glanced up at me, pushing her glasses up her nose as she did. "Hmm? Oh, I remember you. Miss Melbourne." "Melrose," I corrected. "Are you sure? I could've sworn you were named after someplace in Australia." "Well, my first name is Sydney," I said, not sure if I should be encouraging her.

The door opened, and we were met by a fifty-something man with a grizzled blond beard. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Also, he had an eye patch. "This is incredible," I heard Adrian murmur. "Beyond my wildest dreams.

She shook Neil's hand. "I'm Rose." "Neil," he said, with a formal bow of his head. "It's a great honor to meet you. Your heroics with Dimitri Belikov are legendary." "Um, thanks," she said. It was nice to see one woman finally immune to that accent. That wasn't to say Rose wasn't a sucker for accents. She just preferred hers from the other side of Europe.

Through the metal grating on my carrier door, Adrian's face suddenly appeared, peering in at me. "What new, pussycat?

I turned anxiously, looking for him so that I could give him a giant hug. yet, as my eyes searched the room, it wasn't Adrian's face I suddenly found myself looking into. It was Robert Doru's. And Victor Dashkov was with him.

Usually the most we feared from humans was either running into crazy slayer types

Meus olhos se levantaram do rosto de Natalie e encontraram o de Jesse Zeklos, bem quando ele passava pela nossa mesa.

My looking ripens things and they come towards me, to meet and be met.

Thank goodness we don'y meet many people like [Miss Trunchbull] in this world, although they do exist and all of us are likely to come across at least one of them in a lifetime. If you ever do, you should behave as you would if you met an enraged rhinoceros out in the bush--climb up the nearest tree and stay there until it has gone away.

a REAL WITCH is certain always to be wearing gloves when you meet her.

Until at last, just as I was finishing my ice cream, she suddenly turned, reached over, picked up my place card and read the name. Then, with that queer sliding motion of the eyes she looked into my face.

God doesn't wait for us to get ourselves polished, shined, proper, and without blemish—God comes to us and meets us and blesses us while we are still in the middle of the mess we created.

When the officer turned to face her, Veronica blinked.

mythology describes the hero's battle with his internal self as the encounter with the dragon, and modern man has no fewer dragon battles than did his medieval counterpart