Quotes About Encounter

In this Unbound state that night you encountered all that was and ever could be: form and emptiness, and the absence of form and emptiness. You felt what it was to open completely, to merge with matter and let everything in.

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Qual'è l'elemento principale dell'incontro? Il dialogo. Scopo del dialogo deve essere la reciproca comprensione e scopo della comprensione il reciproco avvicinamento. Comprensione e avvicinamento si raggiungono sulla via della conoscenza. Qual'è la conoscenza preliminare di questo processo, di quest'equazione? La volontà di conoscere, il rivolgersi all'altro, l'andargli incontro, l'attaccarci discorso.

Als je in de twintigste eeuw leeft, valt het niet moeilijk in hen die wanhopiger zijn dan jijzelf en die proberen het leven naar hun wil te modelleren, jezelf te ontmoeten.

He met her on 26 December 1969, five days before the end of the sixties, when he was twenty-two and she was twenty-one.

I tend to get starstruck with sports people. I was on a chat show with retired Scottish footballer Denis Law and I just lost it and couldn't talk to him.

I met a guy yesterday, 7 feet tall. Yeah, handsome, great big guy, 7 feet tall! ... I figured he had to be in sport, but he wasn't in sport.

That man made a deep impression on me; I shall never forget his countenance! The Englishman smiled imperceptibly.

Where did I meet him before - this buckbasket of fat, this full-moon face of purple, and this carriage of a sacred elephant?

El carruaje partió inmediatamente, y aprovechando Artagnan la oscuridad que reinaba en la bóveda bajo la cual pasaba, se arrojó en brazos del prisionero exclamando: - ¡Rochefort! ¿Sois vos? ¡No me equivoco...!

In the Rue de Seine he encountered Planchet, standing outside a bakery ecstatically worshipping a supremely appetizing brioche.

Go on, then,' the count said slowly. 'Go, my dear friend, but do this for me: if you should encounter any obstacle, remember that I have some power in this world, that I am happy to use it for the benefit of those I love, and that I love you, Morrel.

That's still the best reading experience: falling in love with a book I meet by accident.

If a ghost were to consider climbing in the window, or seeping through the plaster, he might think twice about facing Maria.

This is the way it happens. You walk into a room with blue walls. You kiss a man in the garden. You feel your heart and bones and blood. You wait for him like a bird in a cage.

Thanks so much for this," she said as he pulled to the curb. She put the strap of her pocketbook over her arm, put her hand on the door handle. "You really didn't have to." He seemed to rouse himself from a growing disengagement. "I wanted to," he said. "It was nice to have a chance to get to know you better," he

When they reached the lobby and the doors opened I knew they were meant to be there, the four of them, alone.

One white man on the platform in South Carolina asked us where we were going--we had got off the train to get some fresh air and to dust the grit and dust out of our clothes. When we said Africa he looked offended and tickled too. Niggers going to Africa, he said to his wife. Now I have seen everything.

The more powerful the powerful appear the more invisible they become, said Armando. This used to work differently than now. In the old days it was said that the powerful merged with the divine and the divine was all that one saw. But now the powerful have merged with the shadow, really with death, and when you encounter them they are really hard to see.

34 coming up — I suddenly felt old — sitting with Walter & Raquel in Chinese Restaurant — they kissed — I alone — age of Burroughs when we first met.

A Man having found a Lion in his path undertook to subdue him by the power of the human eye; and near by was a Rattlesnake engaged in fascinating a small bird. How are you getting on, brother? the Man called out to the other reptile, without removing his eyes from those of the Lion.

Logen stepped round one of the stones and found himself looking straight into a face, close enough almost to feel its breath on his cheek. A young face. A good-looking one, with clean skin and a sharp nose, wide-open brown eyes. Logen smashed his forehead into it.

It was incomprehensible that her entire life had been a carousel of unhappiness, drinking, failed promises, and loneliness, all turning around and around a single afternoon encounter with this man.

One of the extraordinary adaptive powers of our species is its ability to transmute a stray encounter into a first chapter.