Quotes About Presence

I was suddenly very aware of the fact it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Like Sam said. Because it's okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.

It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except be there. I want to make him stop hurting, but I can't.

The only perspective is to really be there.

When I was done reading the poem, everyone was quiet. A very sad quiet. But the amazing thing was that it wasn't a bad sad at all. It was just something that made everyone look around at each other and know that they were there. Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.

It's great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn't need a shoulder. What if they need the arms or something like that?

And later that night to be with my family at dinnertime and have things just be like they always were. That was the amazing part. Things just keep going. We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.

We were just there together. And that was enough.

Sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

It was just something that made everyone look around at each other and know that they were there. Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.

It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except "be there." I want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So, I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.

That was the amazing part. Things just keep going. We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.

It's just different. Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

When I was done reading the poem, everyone was quiet. A very sad quiet. But the amazing thing was that it wasn't a bad sad at all. It was just something that made everyone look around at each other and know that they were there.

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Like Sam said. Because it's okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.

Ma, soprattutto, piangevo perchè, all'improvviso, mi ero reso conto che ero proprio io quello in piedi, nel tunnel, con il vento che gli sferzava il viso. Non m'interessava vedere il centro della città. Non ci pensavo nemmeno. Perché ero in piedi, nel tunnel. Ed ero presente, davvero. E questo è bastato a farmi provare quella sensazione di infinito.

É só que às vezes as pessoas usam o pensamento para não participar da vida.

I guess Zen is a day like this when you are part of the air and remember things.

Pero sobre todo, lloraba porque de repente fui consciente del hecho de que era yo el que estaba de pie en ese túnel con el viento corriendo por mi cara. Sin preocuparme de ver el centro de la ciudad. Sin ni siquiera pensar en ello. Porque estaba de pie en el túnel. Y estaba realmente allí. Y aquello era suficiente para hacerme sentir infinito.

So, I guess Zen is a day like this when you are part of the air and remember things.

Tal vez sea bueno poner las cosas en perspectiva, pero a veces, creo que la única perspectiva es realmente estar allí.

Y estaba realmente allí. Y eso fue suficiente para hacerme sentir infinito.

But mostly, I was crying because I was suddenly very aware of the fact that it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.