Quotes About Presence

This is love, to sit with someone you've known forever in a place you've been meaning to go, and watching as their life happens to them until you stand up and it's time to go. You don't care about yours. Why should it change, the love you feel, no matter how death goes?

There was a noise above us like an airplane zoom, but it was getting too dark to see. People started laying on the horn, braying like bad geese in a panic. I am here, Lila said with a trembly smile. Our driver's ed teacher had told us that's what the horn should mean. Not Move along, buddy or I am displeased but I am here. I am here, I am here, I am here!

This is love, to sit with someone you've known forever in a place you've been meaning to go, and watching as their life happens to them until you stand up and it's time to go. You don't care about yours.

They are moved less by the direct presence of their gods than by the more indirect feeling that they would somehow like their gods to be present.

You will discover that if you can find such pleasure in presence, then your joy no longer depends on exceptional circumstances waited for in a state of neurotic tension but on simple reality, as it presents itself to you from moment to moment.

you will discover that true presence brings you pleasure incommensurate with events. The most banal thing—a cup of tea, a few steps, opening a door, a glance at the sky—can be enough to make you happy during the time you are present and well after.

In the state of cosmic equilibrium There is nothing to abandon or practice, No meditation or post-meditation period.

When myriad experiences leave no trace, how great! To practice like this is liberation.

Someone who desires to be fully alive has to do nothing but observe without inner commentary the automatic mechanisms that stop him from tasting the tremoring vibration of life. This observation alone is the key to our liberation. It requires naked and silent awareness, detached from all objectives.

We cannot do a greater good to another human being than to accord him our naked awareness, devoid of all plan.

by the slow and gentle emergence of objectless love, which calmly waits for us to stop pursuing the unattainable.

When little islands of presence cut into our moments of absence, we start to taste the difference in pleasure that presence brings us. When practice mixes with pleasure, we are not far from being definitively lost to the cause of automatism.

One of the causes of our suffering comes from the presence, in the deepest part of ourselves, of a kind of nostalgia for unity that sometimes surfaces with great force not only during infancy and adolescence but also in adulthood.

You have the openness necessary to live this experience deeply.

We are not here to waste time with the expression of rigid forms. It is direct, simple, and without protocol. If fundamentally there is no difference, this must be apparent in actuality.

Holding back, performance, technique are profoundly contradictory to total pleasure.

Apprenticeship exists; it goes hand in hand with the development of a complete yoga of presence, which it is impossible to attain as long as you get fixed on objectives.

No, he wasn't waiting; he was merely there, had been there before I arrived and would be there when I'd left. I had the feeling I was of no more significance to him than a passing cloud is to a shepherd resting on a hillside.

Where do people need to go so badly they can't realise what is already here, outside the car window

To get in cars and drive down roads all over the country, all over the world, to drive just as slowly as the law will allow—although the law, especially as it pertains to speed limits, is not something Edward Bloom respects: twenty in town is too fast for him; the highways are madness. How can the world be seen at such speeds? Where do people need to go so badly they can't realize what is already here, outside the car window?

Edward didn't write any songs. For a long time he didn't do anything. He looked at her, of course. He didn't mind looking at her when she passed; looking brought its own special excitement with it. It was as if she brought her own light with her, because wherever she went, she glowed. Who could explain that? Edward liked to catch that glow once and a while.

Confidence is the number one thing I find attractive.

Far better than any dream girl is one of flesh and blood. One warm and caring and right before your eyes.

Good friends are like stars, you don't always see them, but you know they are there.