Quotes About Presence

One of the rummy things about Jeeves is that, unless you watch like a hawk, you very seldom see him come into a room.

Presently, I was aware that Jeeves was with me. I hadn't heard him come in, but you often don't with Jeeves. He just streams silently from spot A to spot B, like some gas.

You're one of those guys who can make a party just by leaving it. It's a great gift.

Jeeves, I said, listen attentively. I don't want to give the impression that I consider myself one of those deadly coves who exercise an irresistible fascination over one and all and can't meet a girl without wrecking her peace of mind in the first half-minute. As a matter of fact, it's rather the other way with me, for girls on entering my presence are mostly inclined to give me the raised eyebrow and the twitching upper lip.

You're sitting in the old arm-chair, thinking of this and that, and then suddenly you look up, and there he is. He moves from point to point with as little uproar as a jelly fish.

In the presence of the Unusual, Mr. Wooster is too prone to smile weakly and allow his eyes to protrude. He lacks Presence. I have often wished that I had the power to bestow upon him some of the savoir-faire of a former employer of mine, Mr. Montague-Todd, the well-known financier, now in the second year of his sentence.

It was perfectly amazing, the way her mere presence seemed to wipe speech from my lips—and mine, for that matter, from hers. It began to look as if our married life together would be rather like twenty years among the Trappist monks.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente. Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto. Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan. Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent.

Oh, beloved, and there is nothing but shadows where you accompany me in your dreams and tell me the hour of light.

Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como austente y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca. Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca. Como todas las cosas estan llenas de mi alma emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mia. Mariposa de sueno, te pareces a mi alma, y te pareces a la palabra melancolia.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent distant and full of sorrow as though you had died One word then, one smile is enough And I'm happy; happy that it's not true

Ti manderò un bacio con il vento e so che lo sentirai, ti volterai senza vedermi ma io sarò lì

I know you exist not just because your eyes fly and give light to things like an open window

But my words become stained with your love. You occupy everything, you occupy everything.

It was beautiful to live when you lived!

You pervade everything, you, pervade everything.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, distant and full of sorrow as though you had died. One word then, one smile, is enough. And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

Es una casa tan grande la ausencia que pasarás en ella a través de los muros y colgarás los cuadros en el aire. [Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air]

Seviyorum susman?, yokluk gibisin çünkü, sesim sana varmadan iÅŸitiyorsun beni.

Pero se van tiñendo con tu amor mis palabras. Todo lo ocupas tú, todo lo ocupas.