Quotes About Presence

Es giebt ein Wesen, das vollkommen unschädlich ist, wenn es dir in die Augen kommt, du merkst es kaum und hast es gleich wieder vergessen. Sobald es dir aber unsichtbar auf irgendeine Weise ins Gehör gerät, so entwickelt es sich dort, es kriecht gleichsam aus, und man hat Fälle gesehen, wo es bis ins Gehirn vordrang und in diesem Organ verheerend gedieh, ähnlich den Pneumokokken des Hundes, die durch die Nase eindringen. Dieses Wesen ist der Nachbar.

Yes, you've entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime is filled with you...

Do not watch yourself too closely. Do not draw over-rapid conclusions from what is happening to you. Simply let it happen.

Come when you should. All this will have been/ passing through me for you to breathe.

Oh and night: there is night, when a wind full of infinite space gnaws at our faces. Whom would it not remain for - that longed-after, mildly disillusioning presence, which the solitary heart so painfully meets. Is it any less difficult for lovers? But they keep on using each other to hide their own fate.

The main thing was being alive. That was the main thing.

Without looking at a particular one, standing in the middle between two rooms, one feels their presence drawing together into a colossal reality. As if these colors could heal one of indecision once and for all.

Oh Malte, we just go on living, and it seems to me that everyone is distracted and busy and no one pays proper attention as we go along. As if a meteor were to fall and no one sees it and no one has made a wish. Never forget to wish for something, Malte.

Earth, isn't this what you want: to arise in us invisible?—Isn't your dream one day to be invisible?

I am so glad you are here. It makes me realize how beautiful my world is.

Do not observe yourself too much. Do not draw too hasty conclusions from what happens to you; let it simply happen to you.

I don't want to think a place for you. Speak to me from everywhere. Your Gospel can be comprehended without looking for its source. When I go toward you it is with my whole life.

He began to write a new type of short lyric, which he sometimes called a "Kunst-Ding": a poem in which the obtrusive interferences of an authorial self and all subjective, accidental occasions have been replaced by an inwardly tensile, self-contained sculptural presence, delimited by strong contours but filled with an utmost of interacting visual and visible reality.

The hour bows down and stirs me with a clear and ringing stroke; my senses tremble. I feel that I can-- and seize the forming day.

Dann brachte mir dein Brief den sanften Segen, ich wußte, daß es keine Ferne gibt: Aus allem Schönen gehst du mir entgegen, mein Frühlingswind du, du mein Sommerregen, du meine Juninacht mit tausend Wegen, auf denen kein Geweihter schritt vor mir: ich bin in dir!

Death is our friend, precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love.

Don't say things. What you are stands over you the while, and thunders so that I cannot hear what you say to the contrary.

Do not say things. Who you are thunders over you all the while so that I cannot hear what you say to the contrary.

But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.

But here we are; and, if we tarry a little, we may come to learn that here is best. See to it, only, that thyself is here;-and art and nature, hope and fate, friends, angels, and the Supreme Being, shall not be absent from the chamber which thou sittest.

Beauty is its own excuse for being.

We will meet as though we met not and part as though we parted not.

Tis not important how the hero does this or this, but what he is. What he is will appear in every gesture and syllable. In this way the moment and the character are one.

We know more from nature than we can at will communicate. Its light flows into the mind evermore, and we forget its presence.