Quotes About Presence

This is your success and this is the magic hour, the golden time before the time. Just be in it. You earned it. Don't spread it and don't pull on it and don't push it and don't share it and don't examine it. This is it.

There is no better boost in the presence than an invitation to the future.

I'm so excited to see you that the world doesn't even exist right now.

you're still talking and fuck, it's hard to listen when I can smell your body wash.

I think the healing power of dogs has less to do with what they give us than what they bring out in us, with what their presence allows us to feel and experience.

I felt small and exposed in his presence, as though my body was transparent and fragile as air, as though I might evaporate at any moment, or blow away.

Sobriety is less about "getting better" in a clear, linear sense than it is about subjecting yourself to change, to the inevitable ups and downs, fears and feelings, victories and failures, that accompany growth. You do get better—or at least you can— but that happens almost by default, by the simple fact of being present in your own life, of being aware and able, finally, to act on the connections you make.

When you walk into a room, act as if you own the whole house, not just that room. Paste on a smile, even if it's fake, and never tug at your skirt or mess with your necklace

The word theologian doesn't appear in the Bible. Old Testament writers used a warmer, user-friendly expression, describing people who "walked with God." A theologian takes a long walk through life with God — living in his presence, going his way, learning to see the world through his eyes, and getting to know his character so that trusting him in the dark

Our oneness...leaves DNA evidence that Jesus has been here.

As we dreamers make our souls into evolved fields, our genius is nutured and our presence and everything we create becomes charged and capable of positively altering the fields of others. In this process, we become more essentially human-which is to say, paradoxically, more divine.

All of the aforementioned popular "vibration raising" practices have a way of brightening the light in our being, which tends to intensify and sharpen the presence of our latent darkness.

Miss Edith Clay brightened the room with her presence. Just from walking through the door, she'd made the room a happier place. This was true despite his having spent the last several months assuring himself his recollection of her had to be incorrect. His recollection was not incorrect. It was appallingly accurate.

In difficult times bring to mind my words and the sound of my voice. In that way, I shall always be present for you.

Anyway, I thought, it's wishful thinking, all this talk of ghosts. If the dead wandered among us, their spirits still present on this earth, what need would we have for grief? Scary as it is, it's what we hope for. How else can we go on living?

Tenderness fills her. Here it is, the moon that has followed her everywhere through her childhood ... Here is the moon —dear, distant companion—yet now intimately near and patient.

He's far from a fool, nowhere near. I'm quite near. I can feel the fool that's so far away from him breathing down my neck.

She: One of us is boring. He: Why do you say that? She: Because … well, we're just sitting here, not talking. He: What's wrong with that? She: Well, I don't know. Probably nothing—it's just that we don't need each other for it. He: For what? She: Being quiet.

Attention, people talking about me: I. Am. Right. Here.

Opening my eyes takes effort, but it's worth it to see him, right there in front of me. He's so beautiful,golden. It's so hokey, but it's how he is. He is warmth to me.

Hormonal ones, I am right here. Me. The old lady otherwise known as your grandmother

I tucked the charred piece of her sweatshirt i had recovered into the back pocket of my jeans. I am glad she is with me now. Nick's anklet touches my skin. He is here too.

Sometimes, when you are scared, it just helps knowing that someone else is here.

If i opened the door would he be there? would he smile at me and show his dimples? Would his cheeks be scruffy because he needed a shave? Would he hug me? all i've wanted all these monthes was for him to be alive. But i'd seen him on the floor. i'd seen him in the coffin. And you can feel it when someone has died, you can feel that his soul is gone, just gone, the emptiness of his body.