Quotes About Presence

I was here. T.F I was here too. V.M

You shouldn't spend all your time worrying about the love that leaves, because then you might overlook the love that was always there.

Because I'm sitting next to you on this swing and you're beautiful

When we're in the act of wandering, we need to be present, not watching it through a lens.

But he's not going anywhere, and then his hands find mine again. Instead of snatching it back, I make myself stand here too, and actually it's nice. The electric currents are racing. My body is humming. The breeze is blowing, rustling the leaves on the trees. It's almost like music. We stand side by side, looking out and up and around.

Before he died, Cesare Pavese, believer in the Great Manifesto, wrote "We do not remember days, we remember moments

I was here too. VM.

I'm still here, and I'm grateful, because otherwise I would be missing this. Sometimes it's good to be awake. "So not today," I sing. "Because she smiled at me.

Open your eyes and look at me! I'm right bloody here!

I'm still here, and I'm grateful, because otherwise I would be missing this. Sometimes it's good to be awake.

Dogs are tremendously good at showing you you don't have to check your phone every two seconds to have a happy life.

Dogs are tremendously good at showing you you don't have to check your phone every two seconds to have a happy life.

keyif duyan ki?i bulundu?u yerde tak?l?p kal?r, art?k ileriye do?ru hareket etmezdi.

I say, " I can't believe you're really here." He sounds almost shy when he says, "Me neither." And then he hesitates. "Are you still coming with me?" I cant believe he even has to ask. I would go anywhere. "Yes," I tell him. It feels like nothing else exists outside of that word, this moment. There's just us. Everything that happened this past summer and every summer before it, has all led up to this. To Now

You have to let yourself be fully present in every moment. Just be awake for it, do you know what I mean? Go all in and wring every last drop out of the experience.

He looks at you a lot. When you're not paying attention. He looks at you, to see if you're having a good time.

All night, I talked to other people. I didn't look in his direction, but I always knew where he was. I was painfully aware of him. When he was nearby, my body hummed. When he was away, there was this dull ache. With him near, I felt everything.

We sat around the kitchen table picking off of foil-covered plates. Conrad kept sneaking looks at me, and every time I looked back, he looked away. I'm right here, I wanted to tell him. I'm still here.

We're still here. It's not the future yet. *

Here's the thing. My one piece of advice to you. You have to let yourself be fully present in every moment. Just be awake for it, do you know what I mean? Go all in and wring every last drop out of the experience.

I don't know if i'll ever get you out of my system, not completely. I have… this feeling. That you'll always be there. Here.

The brief walk--from the screened-in porch outside to the Hearse--was one of those moments he knew he'd remember and look back on, one of those moments that he'd try to capture in the stories he told. Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering.

For the briefest of moments his eyes search mine, and I know he's looking for reassurance. That's when I put my arms around him and hug him tight to me, tight enough that he knows I'm here; I won't let go.

I realised it suddenly. I missed him. All this time. When you got to the underneath of it, there it was. There it had always been. And even though he was sitting there only feet away, I missed him more than ever.