Quotes About Presence

God goes with me everywhere, because God is in my mind.

Light is to darkness what love is to fear; in the presence of one, the other disappears. All the darkness in my life—the fears, neuroses, dysfunctions, and diseases—are not so much things as the absence of things. They represent not the presence of a problem but rather the absence of the answer. And the answer is love. All fearful manifestations disappear in the presence of love.

La oscuridad es simplemente la ausencia de luz, y el miedo no es más que la ausencia de amor. No

In the presence of resistance, we clam up. In the presence of approval, we blossom into goddesses.

último potencial es nuestra "naturaleza de Buda" y de "Cristo." "Aceptar a Cristo" es aceptar que el amor de Dios está en nosotros y en todos. Una luz eterna brilla en nuestro interior porque allí la puso Dios; e invocar lo que nos agrada es mucho más poderoso que tratar de destruir lo que nos disgusta. En la presencia de nuestra luz, nuestra oscuridad desaparece.

Today I will not burden myself by thinking I need to run the universe. I needn't control anyone or anything. I need only to show up fully with my heart and in my excellence.

The only thing lacking in any situation is our own awareness of love.

No hay tiempo, lugar ni estado del que Dios esté ausente.

Love as much as you can from wherever you are.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

The emptiness is so intense, that anything which enters it leaves a trace, something of it remains in space: in the silence, in the whiteness, nothingness becomes peopled, too.

Just tell me what you saw this morning like in two ines. I saw a water glass on a brown tablecloth, and the light came through it in three places. No metaphor. And to resist a metaphor is very difficult because you have to actually endure the thing itself, which hurts us for some reason.

Conversation is an exchange of gifts. Native American tribal wisdom teaches that when you encounter a person on your life path, you must seek to find out what gifts you have for one another so that you may exchange them before going your separate ways. This seems true even of daily encounters with those we know well. We come into one another's presence bearing whatever harvest of experience the day has offered, and we foster relationship by making a gift of what we have received.

It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.

It was a source of both terror and comfort to me then that I often seemed invisible — incompletely and minimally existent, in fact. It seemed to me that I made no impact on the world, and that in exchange I was privileged to watch it unawares.

Light is constant, we just turn over in it.

When my mother left me waiting for her, [she] established in me the habit of waiting and expectation which makes any present moment most significant for what it does not contain.

God does not need our worship. We worship to enlarge our sense of holy, so that we can feel and know the presense of the Lord, who is with us always. He said, Love is what it amounts to, a loftier love, and pleasure in a loving presence.

When we did not move or speak, there was no proof that we were there at all.

How I wish you could have known me in my strength.

She has watched every moment of your life, almost, and she loves you as God does, to the marrow of your bones.

He said, I'm glad to see you. Why? He laughed. Well, that's what people say sometimes. Besides, I AM glad to see you. They walked on like that, right past the store. She said, Why? He laughed again. You ask such interesting questions. And you don't answer 'em. He nodded. It felt very good to have him walking beside her. Good like rest and quiet, like something you could live without but you needed anyway. That you had to learn how to miss, and then you'd never stop missing it.

And as we glided across the ice toward Fingerbone, we would become aware of the darkness, too close to us, like a presence in a dream. The comfortable yellow lights of the town were then the only comfort there was in the world, and there were not many of them. If every house in Fingerbone were to fall before our eyes, snuffing every light, the event would touch our senses as softly as a shifting among embers, and then the bitter darkness would step nearer.

To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into it so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it?