Quotes About Presence

All human life is here, but the Holy Ghost seems to be somewhere else.

Love springs from awareness. It is only inasmuch as you see someone as he or she really is here and now, and not as they are in your memory or your desire or in your imagination or projection, that you can truly love them. Otherwise, it is not the person that you love but the idea that you have formed of this person, or this person as the object of your desire, not as he or she is in themselves.

The content of your awareness is less important than the quality of the awareness

Your attitude should be: "I want to be aware, I want to be in touch with whatever is and let whatever happens happen; if I'm awake, fine, and if I'm asleep, fine.

Think of yourself in a concert hall listening to the strains of the sweetest music when you suddenly remember that you forgot to lock your car. You are anxious about the car, you cannot walk out of the hall and you cannot enjoy the music. There you have a perfect image of life as it is lived by most human beings.

It is enough for you to be watchful and awake. For in this state your eyes will see the Savior.

It is something that I discovered, a kind of symphony, a kind of orchestra that plays one melody in your presence, but when you depart, the orchestra doesn't stop. When I meet someone else, it plays another melody, which is also very delightful. And when I'm alone, it continues to play. There's a great repertoire, and it never ceases to play. That's what awakening is all about.

To acquire happiness you don't have to do anything, because happiness cannot be acquired. Does anybody know why? Because we have it already.

Ng??i ta mu?n bi?t má»™t ng??i th?c t?nh s? nhÆ° th? nào, nhÆ°ng b?n ch? bi?t Ä'i?u Ä'ó má»™t khi b?n th?c t?nh.

Bi?t bao ng??i Ä'ã b? c? ??i không ph?i ?? ?n thá»±c ph?m mà là ?n thá»±c Ä'Æ¡n! Má»™t thá»±c Ä'Æ¡n ch? là sá»± ch? d?n v? má»™t cái gì Ä'ang có s?n. B?n hãy ?n cho ???c món bít t?t, ??ng ?n má»› danh t?.

Charles de Foucauld

Silence is the fruit of the occupation; it hangs in branches, seeps from gutters.

He thinks: I only want to sit here with her for a thousand hours.

He made such a faint presence. It was like being in the room with a feather.

In the stories after the war, all the resistance heroes were dashing, sinewy types who could construct machine guns from paperclips. And the Germans either raised their godlike blond heads through open tank hatches to watch broken cities scroll past, or else were psychopathic, sex-crazed torturers of beautiful Jewesses. Where did the boy fit in? He made such a faint presence. It was like being in the room with a feather. But his soul glowed with some fundamental kindness, didn't it?

Where did the boy fit? He made such a faint presence. It was like being in the room with a feather.

Where did the boy fit? He made such a faint presence. It was like being in a room with a feather. But his soul glowed with some fundamental kindness, didn't it?

Silence is the fruit of occupation.

Why would he leave when what he seeks is here?

Where did the boy fit? He made such a faint presence. It was like being in the room with a feather. But his soul glowed with some fundamental kindness, didn't it?

There is magic in this world...You just have to sit and breathe and wait and it will find you.

His longing is such that Rex's absence becomes something like a presence, a scalpel left behind in his gut.

The vice minister's wife sits so upright that it seems as if her spine is hewn from oak.

A veces me descubro mirándolo y me olvido completamente de mis obligaciones. Es lo bastante grande como para contener en su interior todas las cosas que un hombre puede sentir a lo largo de toda una vida.