Quotes About Encounter

Through the Thou a person becomes I.

We were in this park in Canada throwing a frisbee around, and there was a homeless guy there who swore to God I was Mick Jagger. I kept telling him I wasn't, and he kept thinking I was Jagger and wanted to play frisbee with us. Then he heard a siren coming and thought I called the cops - and he ran away!

Marlon Brando came up to me many, many years ago. He wanted me to do a little doodle for him on the back of an airline ticket.

The new recruits, in process of time, began to join in an encounter without fear; they saw that such as fled were taken prisoners or slain; that the bravest were the safest; that liberty, their country, and parents, are defended, and glory and riches acquired, by arms. Thus the new and old troops soon became as one body, and the courage of all was rendered equal.

Everyone should have a moment with Ron Howard in their life to give you faith in our industry.

discovered you and Lady Oxbury were going to be guests as well.

The study of history should be a mind-altering encounter that leaves one forever unable to consider the social world without asking questions about where a claim comes from, who's making it, and how time and place shape human behavior.

NASA sent up two satellites in '77, and on board both they packed golden records in case the satellite should ever encounter someone who might want to listen.

As with my hat upon my headI walk'd along the Strand,I there did meet another manWith his hat in his hand.

And here je did baiser elle, but had not opportunity para hazer some with her as I would have offered if je had had it.

Out on the path, sudden, luminous, and artificial, a seven-foot dragon swayed around the corner, followed by an equally tall mantis and a griffin. Like elegant plastics, internally lit and misty, they wobbled forward. When dragon and mantis swayed into each other, they—meshed! He thought of images, slightly unfocused, on a movie screen, lapping. "Scorpions…!" Tak whispered.

You meet a new person, you go with him and suddenly you get a whole new city...you go down new streets, you see houses you never saw before, pass places you didn't even know were there. Everything changes.

I pass, like night, from land to land;I have strange power of speech;That moment that his face I see,I know the man that must hear me:To him my tale I teach.

It is an ancient Mariner,And he stoppeth one of three."By thy long gray beard and glittering eye,Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?"

I read somewhere that there are no accidents, just ideas trying to find us.

I was once on a Tube train late at night when a young man sitting opposite pointed to his crotch and demanded, 'What do you think of that?' Thinking he might be showing me some interesting point in a book, I replied, 'I'm sorry, I can't see anything small without my specs.' He fled at the next station and it was only when he got up that I realised he hadn't been carrying a book at all.

And then we met." He wanted to laugh but his throat felt too tight for laughter. "The most wonderful woman imaginable, and a man who is a stubborn fool." "You left out arrogant," Emily said. Her voice wobbled a little, just enough to give him hope. "A stubborn, arrogant fool.

The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.

Mirabelle? Mirabelle Bevan? Well, I'll be blowed!" Mirabelle started, almost spilling her drink. It took her a moment to realize who the handsome man was, now his hair was greying at the edges and he was out of uniform. Puffing laconically on a cigarette, martini in hand, he wore a lounge suit and an understated silk tie with a discreet regimental insignia woven into the fabric. "Eddie," she smiled. "What are you doing here?

How many times we must have met Here on the street as strangers do, Children of chance we were, who passed The door of heaven and never knew.

We've forgotten how to humbly interact with a story on its own terms; we've lost the ability to wonder, especially when it comes to stories of human encounters with divine power. So have our young people. As a church, how do we restore that sense of wonder? By restoring our sense of the Bible as story, both for us and for the youth we serve; and by surrendering to the work of the Holy Spirit in and through this text that is mysteriously more than text.

As we already said, authors receive their ideas from somewhere; and in the case of holy scriptures, that somewhere is the mind of God. Human beings encountered Someone outside of their ordinary, everyday experience; and that Someone provided both the source and the interpretive lens for the way those encounters were narrated.

A land may be said to be discovered the first time a European, presumably an Englishman, sets foot on it.

The work produced is a thing among things, able to be experienced and described as a sum of qualities. But from time to time it can face the receptive beholder in its whole embodied form.