Quotes About Presence

You don't have to do anything to meditate. That's what makes it so difficult. Everybody wants to do something.

Rake was an atmosphere, a heart-thudding, terror-threaded presence no-one could ignore, much less escape. Violence, antiquity, sombre pathos, and darkest horror – the Son of Darkness was a gelid eddy in immortality's current

Before Lord Anomander Rake the crowd in the street shrank back, all thoughts of festivity swept away.

The rush of the river was a voice, a presence. Water flowed indifferent to the heave and plunge of the sun, the shrouded moon and the slow spin of the stars. The sound reached them in a song without words, and all effort to grasp its meaning was hopeless, for, like the water itself, one could not grasp hold of sound. The flow was ceaseless and immeasurable and just as stillness did not in fact exist, so neither did true, absolute silence.

Don't matter, now,' one said. 'We're here and here's here and that's that.

But compassion was engagement, a mindfulness beyond that of mere witness

Death is stillness. And stillness does not belong among the living. A

Rake was an atmosphere, a heart-thudding, terror-threaded presence no-one could ignore, much less escape. Violence, antiquity, sombre pathos, and darkest horror – the Son of Darkness was a gelid eddy in immortality's current, and the Mhybe could feel, crawling beneath her very skin, every Rhivi spirit awakened in desperation.

But, she wondered now, where was the crime in that most human of capacities: to carry in one's heart a contradiction, to leave it unchallenged, immune to reconciliation; indeed, to be two people at once, each true to herself, and neither denying the presence of the other? What vast laws of cosmology were broken by this human talent? Did the universe split asunder? Did reality lose its way?

She drew him round and settled against him, murmered 'If there is to be a conversation, keep it short, please. What I desire is not answered by words.' Korlat to Whiskeyjack

It's bad when you lose 'em. Friends, I mean. Makes you wonder why you're still here, why the damned sack of blood and muscle and bones keeps on going. So you run. Then what? Nothing. You're not here, but wherever you are, you're still there.

I have explained to him that most of what we call courting boils down to just being there. Every time you turn, you see him, until his company feels perfectly natural to you. "Courting is the art of growing like mould on the one you want." -Draconus

For those in Christ, death becomes the means of graduating to glory and gaining access into the presence of Christ. Such a sure hope gives us confidence to live day by day to the fullest.

Live each moment, each precious moment that you have. Live each one as if it were your last. And your first. Miss

What would it look like to live in awe of every moment? To really, really see the terrible splendor, the delicate wonder of life?

Remember you are never really alone. Although it may feel like it for very long stretches of time.

What would you do when you weren't online?" To Schillace and his colleagues, the question was shortsighted. It was like condemning an appliance for using electricity.

You're not alone, are you? Because I'm here

The best kind of friend is the kind you sit with, never say a word and walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you ever had.

Behöver man vara rädd för den man har älskat? För jag älskade henne. Jag älskade henne verkligen. Det är sant. Men jag är ju inte rädd. Jag bara saknar henne. Först gjorde jag det inte. Ty inte saknar man det som inte finns. Nu vet jag att hon finns. Hon finns ini mig. Därför att hon älskade mig, finns hon ini mig. Därför skall jag låta henne stanna.

All those days that came and went, little did I know that they were life.

All of those days that came and went - I didn't realize those were life.

He seemed to be dancing alone, Cressida a mere elemental shadow around him. How beautiful he looked.

I remembered how she had fought against my presence in the past, and how, in secret moments she had opened her heart to me, telling me she knew I wasn't real, but that in many ways, I was more real to her than anything. How I had longed to reveal myself to her at those times. Perhaps I should have.