Quotes About Presence

Poetry speaks slowly. My mother told me that. We are usually too much in a hurry.

I want to be walking down this street with Mama, headed where we're headed. But her hand in mine makes me feel like I'm not alone in this world where you can't always see what's in front of you.

We moved wordlessly from one room to another, from the room of the dead to the room where time lay in pages everywhere I looked.

Poetry speaks slowly. My mother told me that. We are usually too much in a hurry." He sighed at this remembrance. "Hurried people miss many things. They see only what is right on top. . . ." His voice fell away.

Hurried people miss many things. They see only what is right on top. . .

it occurred to her how some people continued through no design of one's own to be in one's life while others might initially enter in a sort of blaze and seem to change everything but then might not stay around.

This building was full of what it was missing.

This building was full of what it was missing. It was if the people who passed thorough had left a small indent in the air.

Compassion occurs when we open our feelings to the feelings of another person, without judgement, pity, or a need to fix. It is an act of holding the fullness of feelings of another in our awareness and feeling suffering or joy with him or her; without becoming lost in the feeling.

Deep, quiet listening is a great gift.

Meditating with a goal or in order to accomplish something is not giving the practice a fair shake.Instead let yourself off the self-improvement treadmill, and simply be with yourself in your natural state. The practice isn't about achieving something. It's about letting go.

Coming out of your head and into your environment can help cut anxiety for a few moments, and in those moments you have a chance to regain equilibrium.

If you can tell someone is working a room, that person is doing it wrong!

The holy will not be contained. We like to think we can capture, preserve, and cultivate it in buildings, liturgies, curricula, a holy land, people, language. All these, at best, are reminders that direct our attention to God.

Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.

She sat very still, listening to a stream gurgling, the breeze soughing through upper branches, the melodious kloo-klack of ravens, the nyeep-nyeep of nuthatches - all sounds chokingly beautiful. She felt she could hear the cool clean breath of growing things - fern fronds, maple leaves, white trillium petals, tree trunks, each in its rightful place.

No matter where life takes you,' she said, 'the place where you stand at any moment is holy ground.

No matter where life takes you...the place where you stand at any moment is holy ground. Love hard and love wide and love long, and you will find goodness in it.

She caught herself working so hard at mothering that she forgot to enjoy her children. -from ~Homecoming Season~

I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, beneath the distant swish-sound of the trucks. I looked over my shoulder. There was no one there. Which frightened me. Because I could hear him.

The one thing she didn't teach me because I was always in a rush was to stick around. I was always getting laid on the run.

S? v?ng m?t c?a cô bé hoá ra càng khi?n s? hi?n di?n c?a cô càng l?n h?n trong Ernest, nh? m?t cái h? mà ng??i ta ph?i ?i vòng ?? không b? ngã, song ng??i ta ngh? t?i cái h? ?ó nhi?u t?i m?c ng??i ta v?n b? ngã xu?ng ?ó

No one knows if he or she or anyone in his or her life will be here in the next five minutes. Don't hold back on expressing yourself. Tell that special person today how you feel, give a hug, cast a smile instead of a frown, and don't forget to tell those you love that you love them.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.