Quotes About Presence

Shoes, then, sliding me across the floor to greet the day. Dreaming of coffee. I'm afraid I didn't miss the physical presence of my husband in his absences as much as I missed coffee.

A dead parent is a tricky kind of ghost. If you can make it into more like a doll, putting it in the real house and clothes and such that they had, it helps you to picture them as a person instead of just a person-shaped hole in the air.

Even a joke has some weight and takes up space, and when introduced into a vacuum, acquires its own gravity.

A dead parent is a tricky kind of ghost. If you can make it into more like a doll, putting it in the real house and clothes and such that they had, it helps you to picture them as a person instead of just a person-shaped hole in the air. Which helps you feel less like a person-shaped invisible kid.

I was occupied so entirely by each day, I felt detached from anything so large as a month or a year.

The way he looked. Eyes raised up, body tethered by one long thread to the big stormy sky, the whole of him up there with his words, talking to whoever was listening. I've not seen a sight to match it. No bones of his had ever been shoved in a feed bag. The man was a giant.

No, you shouldn't have come here. But you are here, so yes, you should be here. There are more words in the world then yes and no.

she is practiced in the art of creating a still life and taking up residence inside it.

Don't send me anything! You just come over and put your arm around me. That's all you do. When you haven't got anythin' else to do, let's take a walk. Let's walk around the backyard. And let me tell you how much you mean to all of us and how we can carry on if you give us a little strength.

As for Stefano... I had not expected we would see him that evening, since he had favored us with his presence for tea, but there he was, with that black stick balanced in his fingers, looking me over with a cool stare. Well schooled as his face was, I thought I detected an even more fiery emotion than usual in his blazing blue eyes, and I made him a mocking little bow.

Gerçek ÅŸuydu ki, kötü an?lar asla silinmiyordu. Hay?r, en fazla duraks?yorlard?; aç?lmay? bekleyen bir kutunun içinde bekler gibi duruyor, Bizi özledin mi? Merak etme, hala buraday?z! Ve hiçbir yere gitmiyoruz! diyorlard?.

He made his way to my table and squeezed in next to me as though it was the most natural thing in the world that he should be meeting me here. As usual, he was wearing a dark suit that fit him like an afterthought. He nodded a greeting. I returned the gesture, then went back to watching Grace play.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck pop up, a fresh surge of adrenaline dump into my veins. My fight or flight reaction is finely honed, and this guy's presence was making it sing.

I was surprised at how much the genuine clothes made me feel like a monk. I would remember that—that the details mattered, not just in how you looked, but in how you felt, in the kind of unconscious vibe you emanated and that people might key on one way or the other.

It was as though the real person had suddenly decided to reinhabit the hostess's body. Her eyes, her expression, her posture had all come alive, and again I felt that vital energy that had animated her dancing.

A man has to sleep with as many animals as possible, Ulrich blurted. But not in the sexual way. By no means. An execration. No. Just get in the bed there with them, invite them on in, know their smell and their cold nose. You smell the good dirt in their fur. Fur is individual. No two alike, like a snowflake. It ought to be a state law. The others listened, but he was through and at peace.

I feel that my fingers have brushed one of life's deep, coursing threads…Speak, even notice it, and it would disappear.

Do they still exist?

Irenaeus was particularly distressed about the widespread presence of Gnostic Christians in the midst of the church.

When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

But even things not there have weight. Negative weight which is the worst kind.

The woman from Room 217 was there, as he had known she would be.

It's here!' he shouted.

The basis of the practice is to directly participate in each moment as it occurs with as much awareness and understanding as possible.