Quotes About Presence

Memories of her, however, would remain with him. Everywhere he'd look, she would be there, as if she were a hundred women, all shadow and wraith, marking each place at Tyemorn and Ayleshire. He'd see her on the village road, smiling beneath an oak, straddling a furrow and laughing at something a companion had said. There again, tilting her head in an inquisitive look and offering advice on the line of the barn wall, or at night, when he could only see the outline of her form.

It was odd how you could love something so much, but forget about it when it wasn't right under your nose.

Life was like that. You didn't realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look.

small woman, maybe five-three on a good day. Her attitude filled the room, and she walked with a swagger that rivaled a bullfighter's.

Amanda was probably in her mid-fifties, a small woman, maybe five-three on a good day. Her attitude filled the room, and she walked with a swagger that rivaled a bullfighter's. She wore a simple diamond ring on her wedding finger, though Will knew she wasn't currently married. She had no children, or perhaps she had eaten them when they were young.

Hic Rhodus, hic salta! Here is the rose, here dance!

Life wasn't about becoming, was it? It was about being.

royal blue frock coat covered in gold braid and, even more ridiculously, a top hat. Howell had such an imposing presence that rather than losing dignity in this flunky's outfit he actually made it seem strangely distinguished. Howell

I don't actually live here, Reggie said. Who does live here then? Ms. MacDonald, except that she doesn't because she's dead. Everyone's dead. I'm not, Jackson said. You're not.

She was real and she was dead. And she was out there somewhere.

Man is lonely mainly because he has been disconnected from the Divine presence.

A man will be effective to the degree that he is able to concentrate! Concentration is not basically a mode of doing but above all a mode of Being.

No man can claim to usurp more than a few cubic feet of the audibilities of a public room. . . .

When I talk of hearing a poet's voice speaking, I always think of it as in the presence of the man.

We have to keep letting go, and slowly and surely the great full life of God will invade us in every part, and men will take knowledge of us that we have been with Jesus.

There is no eloquence without a man behind it.

The rich man is everywhere expected and at home.

I have knocked on the door of this man's soul and found someone home.

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

To the man whose senses are alive and alert there is not even the need to stir from one's threshold.

The footprint of the savage traced in the sand is sufficient to attest the presence of man to the atheist who will not recognize God, whose hand is impressed upon the entire universe.

A man who casts no shadow isn't really a man at all.

An hour spent in the presence of God brings the purest joy known to man.

What is spiritual experience? A snowflake melting, a bee sucking honey, a fat man at a traffic light. Trivia.