Quotes About Presence

Awareness of the world begins with your feet, he believes.

To live with ghosts requires solitude. —ANNE MICHAELS, Fugitive Pieces

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No man is lonely while eating spaghetti: it requires so much attention.

Perhaps, just perhaps, you're there. How little he needs. Just love. More love. — Christopher Wiseman, from "Bedside Manners," Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems , eds. Phyllis Cole-Dai & Ruby R. Wilson (Grayson Books, 2017)

The word 'God' defines a personal relation, not an objective concept. Like the name of the beloved in every love. It does not imply separation and distance. Hearing the beloved name is an immediate awareness, a dimensionless proximity of presence. It is our life wholly transformed into relation.

Where is that man who has forgotten words that I may have a word with him?

The perfect man uses his mind as a mirror.It grasps nothing. It regrets nothing.It receives but does not keep.

Where can I find a man who has forgotten words? He is the one I would like to talk to.

Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate.

The baby looks at things all day without winking; that is because his eyes are not focused on any particular object. He goes without knowing where he is going, and stops without knowing what he is doing. He merges himself within the surroundings and moves along with it. These are the principles of mental hygiene.

No, my friend. There is nothing for us to do. Don't you see? When He is here, we do not need to be. He is sufficient for everything!

What prompts you and me to keep going through the hard times of life? God's presence. Nothing more and nothing less. Nothing else.

They are in danger, but they are there.

You're presence here has caused a fresh buzz amoung the young women. You need to find one who suits you before you're too old.

Plotinus befriended a Roman senator who had freed his slaves, renounced his wealth, and who ate and slept at the houses of friends, for he no longer owned anything. This senator, from the "official" point of view, was deranged, and his case would be regarded as distressing, which indeed it was: a saint in the senate.... His presence, even his possibility—what an omen! The hordes were not far....

Before long, he caught a hold of himself and concluded that nothing ever did happen again; to each was given days and chances which wouldn't come back around. And wasn't it sweet to be where you were and let it remind you of the past for once, despite the upset, instead of always looking on into the mechanics of the days and the trouble ahead, which might never come.

Just because something is invisible doesn't mean it isn't there. At any given time, there are a host of invisibles floating among us. There are clairvoyants to see ghosts; but who sees the invisible emotions, the unrecorded events? Who is that sees love, more evanescent than any ghost, let alone can catch it? Who are you tell me that I don't know what love is?

She was the sort of person whose mood preceded her into the room whenever she arrived, an extra presence that could not be ignored.

Right now, at this moment in time, life was just right. He'd discovered this before. If you don't look forward and you don't look back, you can fix yourself in now and enjoy it.

He is not standing on the shore of eternity beckoning us to join him there; he is standing beside us, strengthening us in this life.

What I'm writing to you is not for reading— it's for being.

I am obscure to myself. I let myself happen. I unfold only in the now. I am rudely alive.

I was now so much greater that I could no longer see myself. As great as a far-off landscape. I was far off. But perceptible in my furthest mountains and in my remotest rivers: the simultaneous present no longer scared me, and in the furthest extremity of me I could finally smile without even smiling. At last I was stretching beyond my sensibility.