Quotes About Presence

Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will evade you, but if you notice the other things around you, it will gently come and sit on your shoulder.

To be awake is to be alive. I have never yet met a man who was quite awake.

I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit.

I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance than I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn.

I am no more lonely than a single mullein or dandelion in a pasture, or a bean leaf, or sorrel, or a horse-fly, or a bumblebee. I am no more lonely than the Mill Brook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.

ONLY THE DAY DAWNS TO WHICH WE ARE AWAKE,IF WE ARE TO GRASP THE REALITY OF OUR LIFE WHILE WE HAVE IT,WE WILL NEED TO WAKE UP TO OUR MOMENTS,OTHERWISE,WHOLE DAYS,EVEN A WHOLE LIFE COULD SLIP BY UNNOTICED..

Life consists with Wildness. The most alive is the wildest. Not yet subdued to man, its presence refreshes him. One who pressed forward incessantly and never rested from his labors, who grew fast and made infinite demands on life, would always find himself in a new country or wilderness, and surrounded by the raw material of life. He would be climbing over the prostrate stems of primitive forest trees.

I turned my face more exclusively than ever to the woods, where I was better known.

To affect the quality of the day - that is the highest of the arts.

What is a course of history, or philosophy, or poetry, no matter how well selected, or the best society, or the most admirable routine of life, compared with the discipline of looking always at what is to be seen?

To anticipate, not the sunrise and the dawn merely, but, if possible, Nature herself! How many mornings, summer and winter, before yet any neighbor was stirring about his business, have I been about mine...So many autumn, ay, and winter days, spent outside the town, trying to hear what was in the wind, to hear and carry it express! I well-nigh sunk all my capital in it, and lost my own breath into the bargain, running in the face of it.

My practice is "nowhere", my opinion is here.

Dwell as near as possible to the channel in which your life flows.

The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it. Olympus is but the outside of the earth everywhere.

I like sometimes to take rank hold on life and spend my day more as the animals do.

It is true, I never assisted the sun materially in his rising, but, doubt not, it was of the last importance only to be present at it.

It matters not where or how far you travel,--the farther commonly the worse,--but how much alive you are.

What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods?

The rays which stream through the shutter will be no longer remembered when the shutter is wholly removed.

There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of the head or hands.

There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of the head or hands. I love a broad margin to my life.

We see only the flowers that are under our feet in the meadows.

Cuán vano es sentarse a escribir cuando aún no te has parado para vivir.