Quotes About Presence

You can always tell a pretty girl by the way she walks. A pretty girl walks like she owns the world.

She did not look like my sister, she did not look like any mortal woman at all. She carried herself as if she were the greatest queen that had ever been born. We

In an age of speed, I began to think, nothing could be more invigorating than going slow. In an age of distraction, nothing can feel more luxurious than paying attention. And in an age of constant movement, nothing is more urgent than sitting still.

Sitting still as a way of falling in love with the world and everything in it;

In an age of acceleration, nothing can be more exhilarating than going slow. And in an age of distraction, nothing is so luxurious as paying attention. And in an age of constant movement, nothing is so urgent as sitting still.

To refer a subject to a negative class is unmeaning, unless the 'not' is a mere modification of the positive, as in the example of 'not honourable' and 'dishonourable'; or unless the class is characterized by the absence rather than the presence of a particular quality.

being content with what you have; for He Himself has said, "I will never desert you, nor will I ever forsake you." (Heb. 13:5)

Always looking toward the next moment, the next month, the next event, rarely allowing myself the privilege of fully participating and embracing the happenings that were right before me for that day.

The presence of passion, faith, and belief in our hearts is a gift. It's on loan to our souls.

I recognized that by rushing through life, I'd been subtly devaluing those around me and the experiences I was involved in, not appreciating the importance and significance they bring to my life at this very moment, not grasping my responsibility for holding dear and treating well these gifts God has entrusted to me.

I'm the type of person, you see, who rushes ahead, who often just goes through the motions of any current activity on my way to the next one. My heart and my body haven't always been good about sharing the same space. Instead of relishing each moment, each year, each opportunity, each step on the journey, I'm constantly overeager to get to the next thing, which always looks more enticing that what's currently before me. I'm rarely satisfied in full with

Don't you hate that? Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Let us be moved, you and I, by the things themselves. Let us discover each other.

Abyss is not an absence Though presence be destroyed.

We allow brushes of hands without flinching, smiles without premeditation. It feels real. It feels solid. I finally begin to feel fully human.

Dead doesn't mean gone.

It was like a shadow had brushed over me, but a shadow on my soul, not on my skin. Took me a second to identify what it was, but I recognized the feeling instinctively: Nadim. And Nadim was sad. It felt weird. And at the same time, it felt like something I'd always, unconsciously, needed-sound, where there'd only been silence. Presence, where there'd been loneliness.

But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way. This notebook is a strange instrument—the player doesn't know the music until it's being played.

I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around

Her hand traces down the zipper line and I say, Slow. Because this is not a rush. This is not something insignificant. This is real. This is happening. And this is ours.

The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention…. A loving silence often has far more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words.

Evil travels the world in anonymity, its presence revealed only by the periodic consequences of its desires...

He can't always watch us directly,...with his fullest attention every minute, but He's always at least watching from the corner of his eye.