Quotes About Presence

Maven is very much a haunting presence in 'Glass Sword.' His influence is everywhere, and he dogs Mare and Cal like no other. He's my favorite character to write because he's so complex, but also because he affects everyone else so deeply. He's kind of like the source of gravity. Everyone moves around him and what he's done.

It is very difficult for a writer of my generation, if he is honest, to pretend indifference to the work of Somerset Maugham. He was always so entirely there.

I love writing comedy and being a part of it, but as a visual, physical presence in a story, I probably am more impactful in drama. It's not really a tribute to my dexterity and wide-ranging talent so much as it is a person finally getting to where they should've been from the start.

As I turned the key and pushed open the front door, as I crossed the threshold, I thought how breathtaking, how fleeting, how precious was my ordinary day Now is now. Here is my treasure.

I knew I wouldn't discover happiness in a faraway place or in unusual circumstances; it was right here, right now— as in the haunting play The Blue Bird, where two children spend a year searching the world for the Blue Bird of Happiness, only to find it waiting for them when they finally return home.

The more we notice, the more we can enjoy.

there is no Future-Gretchen, only Now-Gretchen.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. —Toni Morrison, Tar Baby

We fill up space as if it were a pie shell, with things whose opacity further obstructs our ability to see what is already there. OBITUARY One of the largest sheep ranches in northern Wyoming went under this week.

El autor debe estar en su libro como Dios en su universo, presente en todas partes, pero siempre invisible.

Ponekad mi se vaše re?i vra?aju u svest kao daleki odjek, kao zvuk zvona koji donosi vetar; i ?ini mi se da ste tu, kraj mene, kad u knjigama ?itam odlomke koji govore o ljubavi.

Embora ele estivesse separado dela, não a tinha abandonado, estava ali, e as paredes da casa pareciam guardar a sombra dele.

Then, the anxiety occasioned by her change of state, or perhaps a certain agitation caused by the presence of this man had sufficed to make her believe herself possessed at last of that wonderful passion which hitherto had hovered above her like a great bird of rosy plumage in the splendor of a poetic heaven... But she could hardly persuade herself that the quietness of her present life was the happiness of her dreams.

Strang thing! How does it happen that the presence of a woman overwhelms us so? Is it the power of her grace which enfolds us? Is it the seduction of her beauty and youth, which intoxicates one like wine?

If you want light to come into your life, you need to stand where it is shining

Prayer is not about asking for things from God, but first to be with Him, then in Him. That is the essence of prayer. It has nothing to do with gifts. It has to do with awakening to that Being that isn't in time. This is the Gift of all gifts.

We worship…the powers that speak to our souls, if it seems they do. We do so knowing there is more to the world, and the half-world, and perhaps worlds beyond, than we can grasp. We always knew that. We can't even stop children from dying, how would we presume to understand the truth of things? Behind things? Does the presence of one power deny another? [p. 176]

There are very few people who don't become more interesting when they stop talking.

Hay gente que provoca felicidad allá donde va; otros, siempre que se van.» Oscar Wilde

In some way, you help me settle for what is . I come in the door in the evening and I think, I'm going to eat supper with someone who's going to make eating supper an occasion. And that's not a small matter.

Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon.

I passed under an arch out of that region of slabs and columns, and wandered through the open country; sometimes following the visible road, but sometimes leaving it curiously to tread across meadows where only occasional ruins bespoke the ancient presence of a forgotten road.

for one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can realize.

I say alone, for one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can realise.