Quotes About Presence

But I intend to enjoy the weeks I have left with you to the fullest. Because I know from my study of the philosophy of time, whatever is going to happen in the future is already unavoidable.

With technology and over-scheduling, we are forgetting to invest time in simple connective moments with others.

I haven't had the time to plan returning to the scene because I haven't left it.

The time we spend in having our daily audience with God is the most precious part of the whole day.

I don't spend a lot of time online.

I don't want to pretend to tell that I always feel the presence of God because I don't. My consciousness is very often closed to that feeling - most of the time.

Wheresoever she was, there was Eden.

Wilson stopped and stood silent. Inattention dies a quick and sure death when a speaker does that.

a devil will come, or maybe two or three, but you can't see 'em, you can only hear something like the wind, or maybe hear 'em talk; and when they're

All men speak in bitter disapproval of the Devil, but they do it reverently, not flippantly; but Father Adolf's way was very different; he called him by every name he could lay his tongue to, and it made everyone shudder that heard him; and often he would even speak of him scornfully and scoffingly; then the people crossed themselves and went quickly out of his presence, fearing that something fearful might happen.

it was borne in upon me that I was standing in the awful presence of the Mother of the German Language.

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Start living right here, in each present moment. When we stop dwelling on the past or worrying about the future, we're open to rich sources of information we've been missing out on—information that can keep us out of the downward spiral and poised for a richer life.

In mindfulness, we start to see the world as it is, not as we expect it to be, how we want it to be, or what we fear it might become. These

Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?

I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote something, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum'things has always been and always will be you. I miss you.

An echo, while implying an enormity of a space, at the same time also defines it, limits it, and even temporarily inhabits it.

And no, it hasn't gone away. The elusive it is still here with me. But there's very little I can do.

Something forever watchful has taken up residence in his eyes.

I'm alone. That just figures. Ghosts always go first for the one who's alone. In fact, I bet they're here right now. Lurking.

Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid any awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us standing there, together. I want to stay here, in this moment, and never go to other places, where we don't know what to say or what to do.

Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness.

I only know that all of those people would have sensed me that night, excluding the youngest of the children. I was the suggestion. I was the advice, my imagined feet walking into the kitchen and down the corridor.

Lua and Marie are holding hands. They look like they're so happy, just inside this moment, watching the kids and the lights on their old fibro house. Lua kisses her. Just softly on the lips. And she kisses back. Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.