Quotes About Presence

It is not objective proof of God's existence that we want but, whether we use religious language for it or not, the experience of God's presence.

It seems to me almost before the Bible says anything else, it is saying that—how important it is to be alive and to pay attention to being alive, pay attention to each other, pay attention to God as he moves and as he speaks. Pay attention to where life or God has tried to take you.

What deadens us most to God's presence within us, I think, is the inner dialogue that we are continuously engaged in with ourselves, the endless chatter of human thought. I suspect that there is nothing more crucial to true spiritual comfort . . . than being able from time to time to stop that chatter including the chatter of spoken prayer.

Yes, take your times seriously. Yes, know that you are judged by the terrible sins of your times. Yes, you do well to faint with fear and foreboding at what is coming on the world. And yet rejoice. Rejoice. The Lord is at hand. Have no anxiety. Pray.

God intends his wise, creative, loving presence and power to be reflected into his world through his human creatures. He has enlisted us to act as his stewards in the project of creation. And, following the disaster of rebellion and corruption, he has built into the gospel message the fact that through the work of Jesus and the power of the Spirit, he equips humans to help in the work of getting the project back on track.

Gali atsisveikindamas pabu?iuoti savo artimuosius ir bi?iulus, ir nutolti nuo j? per mylias, ta?iau vis tiek nešiesi juos savo širdyje, mintyse, pilve, nes ne tik tu gyveni pasaulyje, bet ir pasaulis gyvena tavyje.

Writing does a lot of other things, of course. People write books to instruct. They write books to move us, to scare us, to enlighten us in all sorts of ways. But basically what these works of literature or of art are doing is to say, Stop thinking. Stop expecting. Stop living in the past. Stop living in the future. Stop doing anything and just pay attention to this.

There is no event so commonplace but that God is present within it, always hiddenly, always leaving you room to recognize him or not to recognize him, but all the more fascinatingly because of that, all the more compellingly and hauntingly.

That Congress saw what was right, but distrusted the enlightenment of the loyal masses; but what was forborne in distrust of the people must now be done with a full knowledge that the people expect and require it. The members go to Washington fresh from the inspiring presence of the people.

The silver trump of freedom had roused my soul to eternal wakefulness. Freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever. It was heard in every sound, and seen in every thing. It was ever present to torment me with a sense of my wretched condition. I saw nothing without seeing it, I heard nothing without hearing it, and felt nothing without feeling it. It looked from every star, it smiled in every, calm, breathed in every wind, and moved in every storm.

My solitude doesn't depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

When one has much to put in them, a day has a thousand pockets.

One who cannot leave himself behind on the threshold of the moment and forget the past, who cannot stand on a single point, like a goddess of victory, without fear or giddiness, will never know what happiness is; and, worse still, will never do anything that makes others happy.

My loneliness is not By the presence or absence of people; On the contrary, I hate who steals my loneliness, Without, in exchange, offer me a real company

Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.

We think too fast, even while walking or on the way, or while engaged in other things, no matter how serious the subject.

Precisely the least thing, the gentlest, lightest, the rustling of a lizard, a breath, a moment, a twinkling of the eye - little makes up the quality of the best happiness. Soft!

That need to talk, talk, talk; I mistrust it, it repulses me. Most people are equivalent to noise for me. Outer noise. Contaminating noise. See, they feel like noise which is perfectly unrelated with intensity. My inner system can accept noise associated only with powerful living, not weak and stupidly persistent surviving.

every sorrow is really the "Shade of His Hand outstretched caressingly

She had that rare virtue of never existing completely except for that opportune moment

My yoga teacher says to think of your thoughts like skateboarders passing through our line of vision; just watch them go by, don't try to follow them down the street.

It signified nothing that the raw, male magnetism that emanated from him probably made compasses malfunction in his presence.

Other people don't exist when you're not with them.

Kiss the mouth which tells you, here, here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.