Quotes About Presence

She and I were giving each other the only thing we truly have to offer: our time. We were going to give each other the living minutes of our life.

Sometimes my day is crammed full of people and talk and yet I have the feeling of living in utter peace and quiet. And the tree outside my window, in the evenings, is a greater experience than all those people put together.

Sometimes I long for a convent cell, with the sublime wisdom of centuries set out on bookshelves all along the wall and a view across the cornfields--there must be cornfields and they must wave in the breeze--and there I would immerse myself in the wisdom of the ages and in myself. Then I might perhaps find peace and clarity. But that would be no great feat. It is right here, in this very place, in the here and the now, that I must find them.

Both reading and writing are experiences--lifelong-- in the course of which we who encounter words used in certain ways are persuaded by them to be brought mind and heart within the presence, the power, of the imagination.

As soon as a man stopped wandering and stood still an looked around him, he found a god in that place.

JEAN: I promise you'll recognize her by her smile. No-one smiles like her. She's on the tall side, I think, and she has long arms. But you'll recognize her too by the look of wonder on her face at finding herself here . . . She'll close her eyes a minute because the light's too strong. She'll ask you if I've been here if you've seen me, if anyone's waiting for her.

Ce matin, quand tu t'es regardé dans la glace tu ne t'es pas vu. C'est parce que je n'étais pas encore là. (IX, 59)

being able to wait without purpose in the state of highest tension...without continually asking yourself: Shall I be able to manage it? Wait patiently, as see what comes - and how it comes!

You have described only too well, replied the Master, where the difficulty lies...The right shot at the right moment does not come because you do not let go of yourself. You...brace yourself for failure. So long as that is so, you have no choice but to call forth something yourself that ought to happen independently of you, and so long as you call it forth your hand will not open in the right way--like the hand of a child.

The more one concentrates on breathing, the more the external stimuli fade into the background.

I learned to lose myself so effortlessly in the breathing that I sometimes had the feeling that I myself was not breathing but—strange as this may sound—being breathed.

Does God know I'm still here? Does God know it's still me inside?" "Sure He does! Of course He does! He's right with you. he's right there." "Because I feel really alone sometimes." "You're not alone." I move to her, put my hand on her shoulder. "You're not, believe me.

I memorize my life so it's still there when i arrive again in the morning.

Prayer [is] the quiet, persistent living of our life of desire and faith in the presence of our God.

Human misery was the trough from which she now fed herself and she felt more comfortable in the presence of other unlucky people. It made her feel less alone, less diminished.

Be near me when my light is low and be near me when my heart is sick...

Happy Birthday, is a happy feeling, but Glad you are here, has so much more meaning.

Grief has a colour. It has other characteristics, I know now, collectively forming a personality of sorts. An antagonizing figure that arrives in your life and refuses to leave or sit anywhere but next to you or stop whispering the name of the departed in your ear.

Though it's with you at every moment, it's always something of a surprise to discover that you can be at once alive and alone.

The past, present and future lurk in every moment of time. Eternity is hidden in every moment of time. Do you understand?' 'No.' 'Never mind.

Spokojnie, spokojnie, malutka, tylko mi nie mdlej. Jestem przy tobie. Jestem przy tobie... córeczko. Trzymaj chustkÄ™. Zaraz wyczarujÄ™ lód...

A my nie byli?my dla nich wcale zwiastunami zmian, z t? bezcelow? wypraw?, blad? skór?, z butami Salomona, aparatami Pentaxa, z tym kompletnym brakiem uzasadnienia dla w?asnej tutaj obecno?ci, z ca?ym tym kaprysem. Przyj?li nas tak, jakby?my byli dzie?mi tej samej przestrzeni, mieszka?cami tej samej opowie?ci, która trwa od niepami?tnych czasów.

Sometimes just to touch the ground is enough for me, even if not a single thing grows from what I plant.

If I'm busy, I might overlook something magnificent and splendid like a rare mushroom in the forest … and who knows when I might see such an amazing thing again?