Quotes About Presence

I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me." ? J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

We try so hard to be happy that we end up missing the most important parts of our lives and destroying the very peace that we were seeking

Mindfulness cultivates our ability to do things knowing that we're doing them.

In this way, little by little , moment by moment, life can slip by without us being fully here for it. Always preoccupied with getting somewhere else, we are hardly ever where we actually are and attentive to what is actually unfolding in this moment.

Expecta­tions can become goals, which only get in the way of the experience we are having in this moment.

Ethics is lived eschatology. It is, as New Testament scholar George Eldon Ladd put it, "the presence of the future."4

He wore command as he wore his suit—a good fit with clean lines.

I couldn't find my balance until I stood out there in the mist of the morning and saw you. Simple as that for me, it seems. There she is, so my life's where it should be, whatever's going on around it.

I see you. I know you. I love you.

Despite Marijana's bracing presence, he seems to be on the brink of one of his bad spells again, one of the fits of lugubrious self-pity that turn into black gloom. He likes to think they come from elsewhere, episodes of bad weather that cross the sky and pass on. He prefers not to think they come from inside him and are his, part of him

If you are not fully in the game you are playing, however, you are not truly playing it.

Estás conmigo, pero no de la misma forma que estás en América, no cuando estabas cuando te marchaste, sino estando de una forma profunda e inmutable: como el amado, como ese que no muere. Es a tu alma a quien me dirijo, igual que será mi alma la que se quedará contigo cuando esta carta termine

And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was... I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

He nodded and curled over his paper, writing quickly. As his words took form on the white page, she got to watch him...and realized she never wanted him to go. She wanted him here beside her forever.

He didn't say anything. Didn't try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well. Instead, he placed a wooden case next to Tohr on the bed, exhaled some Turkish smoke, and went back for the exit like he couldn't wait to get out of the room. Except he stopped before he left, I gotchu, my brother, he said to the door. I know, V. You always have. ~Vishous and Tohrment Lover Reborn

Be present. Love her until the end. Never her leave her side until the last breath. That was how he was going to honor her with his heart and his soul, even though he wasn't worthy.

This was the gift of recovery, he thought. The ability to be here in this moment with the female he loved and be fully aware, fully awake, fully present. Undiluted.

The great thing about family, Mary mused, was that they showed up. When it really mattered, your family, be they blood or by choice, were always where you needed them to be, even though they had busy lives and jobs and children of their own.

Where's Rehvenge?" "I'm right here.

As they passed, Duke nodded, and John Matthew, as he was called, did the same—and that was the extent of it. No one had ever heard the SOB say a word, but by the same token, anyone built like that didn't have to talk.

Glancing over his shoulder, he was prepared for he knew not what. But something was in the room with him…and it was not of this world.

Oh, man, he was colossal. If her apartment was small to begin with, he turned it into a shoe box. And all that black leather just seemed to make him bigger. He had to be six-feet-six, two seventy-five at least.

He was so hard, like a stone wall, but he was warm, and her body relaxed. Next to him she was able to feel the weight of her own bones, the hard floor underneath her, the currents in the room as the heat came on. Through his presence, she connected to the world around her again.

A veces las palabras eran menos valiosas que el aire que las transportaba, cuando se trataba de estar cerca.