Quotes About Presence

The mantid was one of those creatures you could just hand around with, not saying anything and not notice the quiet because it felt natural.

Tom and Ben were silent, tall pillars on either side of the poets and the Prince.

Selene, waiting on Her attention, stared through the tall glass plates, tail lashing, ears still laid flat, and willed herself to clam. Fear-and-fight were not her friends. They were th animal, the instinct that made her a superlative warrior. But the threat had been left behind on the ground, and Selene was in the Tower, in Her presence. Safe.

He's warm and solid, present as an oak tree as he sighs and leans against me.

I had seen her in the shadows. She had been waiting for some time.

She fell under the density of the Dragon's presence, ducking her face toward bedrock. Carven stone scored her palms; the heat of blood smeared the petals on the bas-relief biers. She managed one breath, and then another, and then her voice.

Sebastien lay with closed eyes and listened to the silent, cool pressure of the couch, more an absence than a presence. It was as if a ghost lay down beside him. He knew without looking that David would be leaned on one elbow, studying Sebastien over the narrow bridge of his nose.

I should have known she'd read through the riddle of thy presence.

Much as I'd like to keep him standing in the hallway, I step back and let him into my cabin. He takes up most of the available floor space, all cleft chin and precision.

You are always in my thoughts. When you were little, I knew your whereabouts at any given moment. Now that you are...off on your own, I still always know where you are, because I keep you in my heart.

I will come back as a little breeze. You will feel me on your face, and you will know that I am still listening. So you can still talk to me.

Should we have stayed home and thought of here?

Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.

The furniture would have missed you? Furniture's knowing all right. Not much gets past the things in a room, I daresay, and chairs and tables don't go to the grave so soon. Every time I take the soft cloth to that stuff in the drawingroom, I could say, 'Well, you know a bit more'.

Never hide your light, for how else is a man to notice you? Your spark, your fire, is your most cherished possession.

Everything is all right, When you're here, When you're right next to me, When my hand is in yours, Don't leave me, Don't leave me empty handed.

Without the light the beauty remains hidden," Gofrid said. "But it is always there.

know we argued—at times I hated him—but I loved him too, and he was always there. Now there is a hole and I cannot bear to look at it, yet neither can I bear to cover it with earth.

The language of power was exercised in more than just words. It was presence and thought; it was gesture and timing.

Sometimes a river runs on the surface, and sometimes it runs underground, but always it is present. Even if you do not see it, you can feel it.

You know, Liz, I really got how women can just slip away when they bleed like that. I was already so high from the birth, and it would have been really easy just to check out completely. It was the coziest, warmest, most delicious feeling—it just felt so good." I never forgot this, as only then did I fully appreciate how firmly and passionately the midwife must tell the hemorrhaging mother to stay present.

Look at the mid- sky, about halfway up from the horizon, and wait for your eyes to adjust," I said softly. "It will take five to ten minutes."He was quiet. The sky was full of stars; and the spaces between them were not fully black, because the longer we stared, the more the pricks of other stars peeked behind and next to them. I stole that time to listen to him breathe. I soaked up his presence, storing it for the future, burning it into my memory.

How arrogant we are to think the survival of any life that begins in our shadow depends upon our continuing physical presence. Indeed our shadow too often stands between the new life we create- in whatever form- and the sun's life-giving rays.

Her husband was sent to boarding school at an early age and though deprived of his family's presence, their name was always ahead of him, opening every door.