Quotes About Presence

Did an angel whisper in your ear hold you close and take away all your fear in those long, last moments

O Lord Jesus Christ, I long to live in your presence, to see your human form and to watch you walking on earth. I do not want to see you through the darkened glass of tradition, nor through the eyes of today's values and prejudices. I want to see you as you were, as you are, and as you always will be. I want to see you as an offence to human pride, as a man of humility, walking amongst the lowliest of men, and yet as the saviour and redeemer of the human race.2

All that matters is not remote from where the Buddha sits.

Here is the world, and you live in it, and are grateful. You try to be grateful.

he felt himself entering a moment so real he could only run toward it, shouting.

Yes, she answers and does not move. She might, at this moment, be nothing but a floating intelligence; not even a brain inside a skull, just a presence that perceives, as a ghoast might. Yes, she thinks, this is probably how it must feel to be a ghost. It's a little like reading, isn't it-that same sensation of knowing people, settings, situations, without playing any particular part beyond that of the willing observer.

You don't necessarily meet a lot of people in this world. Not when you let yourself get distracted by music and the passing of hours.

He feels, as he sometimes does, as most people must, a presence in the room, what he can only think of as his and Rebecca's living ghosts, the amalgamation of their dreams and their breathing, their smells. He does not believe in ghosts, but he believes in...something. Something viable, something living, that's surprised when he wakes at this hour, that's neither glad nor sorry to see him awake but that recognizes the fact, because it has been interrupted in its nocturnal inchoate musings.

You don't necessarily meet a lot of people in this world. Not when you let yourself get distracted by music and the passing of hours.

Non è un fallimento, si dice. Non è un fallimento essere in queste stanze, nella tua pelle, a tagliare i gambi dei fiori. Non è un fallimento, ma ti chiede qualcosa: ti chiede uno sforzo; semplicemente essere, ed essere grata; essere felice (terribile parola).

Erranti nel tumulto del mondo senza meta nel tempo noi siamo. Solo per amor puro e profondo qui e adesso noi arriviamo. Anima mia, all'erta sta: ora e qui è l'eternità.

Wirklich zuhören können nur ganz wenige Menschen. Und so wie Momo sich aufs Zuhören verstand, war es ganz und gar einmalig.

Wann bist du geboren?« Momo überlegte und sagte schließlich: »Soweit ich mich erinnern kann, war ich immer schon da.«

Momo, Gigi'yle kar??laÅŸt??? andan beri tek söz söyleyememiÅŸti. Oysa ona neler anlatmay? düÅŸlemiÅŸti. Onu as?l ÅŸimdi, bulduÄŸu ÅŸu anda kaybettiÄŸini anlad?.

I should say that happiness is being where one is and not wanting to be anywhere else.

It's something of a sacrilege nowadays to speak of insanity as anything but the chemical brain disease that on one level it is. But there were moments with my daughter when I had the distressed sense of being in the presence of a rare force of nature, such as a great blizzard or flood: destructive, but in its way astounding too. (4)

I rehearsed Foucault's argument that the presence of madness on our doorstep is good for us, for it reminds us the life we live is only one among several human possibilities.

If you have one foot in yesterday and one foot in tomorrow, you're pissing all over today.

I watched you wake up and try to wake me up too. I could still feel you touch my face and my cheek. I liked the way you brushed my hair back with your hand. I liked the way held onto my hands with your hands. They must have felt a little cold and a little wet but they started to feel warm again when you held onto them. I want you to know that I stayed there with you and held onto you too.

We unplugged all the clocks and anything that had a clock on it. We used our extra time awake to slow the rest of our time down. We cooked and ate and sat and talked and waited and moved and walked and we did it all slowed down. there wasn't anything else that we wanted to do but be awake and alive with each other.

We could only pay attention to one dying person at a time.

Which Wall Street big shots Eisman had insulted was a matter of which Wall Street big shots' presence Eisman was allowed into.

The presence of millions of small investors had politicized the stock market. It had been legislated and regulated to at least seem fair.

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