Quotes About Presence

His skin is familiar as my own beneath my fingers. I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am comforted. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

A mio padre non è mai riuscito di immaginare il mondo privo della sua presenza.

It will be all right. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

La presencia de los otros chicos no me aportaba consuelo alguno: nuestros muertos acuden en pos de su venganza sin considerar la presencia de testigos. En el firmamento cobraron forma las estrellas y la luna ocupó su sitio. Cuando los párpados se me cerraron, él me seguía esperando, cubierto de sangre y blanco como la cal, claro que sí. Nadie desea acabar en la negrura sin fin del aveno antes de tiempo. Mi exilio podría aplacar la ira de los vivos, pero no la de los difuntos.

La presencia de Aquiles era como una china en el zapato, imposible de pasar por alto. Tenía la piel del color del aceite de oliva recién prensado y era suave como la madera pulida, sin las cicatrices y magulladuras de que estábamos cubiertos los demás.

Circe, he says, it will be alright. [...] and somehow, I am comforted. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

Il ressemblait à un orage d'été, dont la foudre illumine le ciel pâle. En sa présence, tout le reste s'estompait.

He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth, and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

Here, when you looked into darkness, there was God.

A man can be short and dumpy and getting bald but if he has fire, women will like him.

It is better to be looked over than overlooked.

It is easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem. Can blue solve the problem, or can it at least keep me company within it?—No, not exactly. It cannot love me that way; it has no arms. But sometimes I do feel its presence to be a sort of wink—Here you are again, it says, and so am I.

I have been trying, for some time now, to find dignity in my loneliness. I have been finding this hard to do. It is easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem. Can blue solve the problem, or can it at least keep me company within it? No, not exactly. It cannot love me that way; it has no arms. But sometimes I do feel its presence to be a sort of wink-- Here you are again, it says, and so am I.

I know we're still here, who knows for how long, ablaze with our care, its ongoing song.

What if where I am is what I need?

It is easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem. Can blue solve the problem, or can it at least keep my company within it? --No, not exactly. It cannot love me that way; it has no arms. But sometimes I do feel its presence to be a sort of wink -- Here you are again, it says, and so am I.

72. It is easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem. Can blue solve the problem, or can it at least keep me company within it?—No, not exactly. It cannot love me that way; it has no arms. But sometimes I do feel its presence to be a sort of wink—Here you are again, it says, and so am I.

It it easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem. Can blue solve the problem, or can it at least keep my company within it? - No, not exactly. It cannot love me that way; it has no arms. But sometimes I do feel its presence to be a sort of wink - Here you are again, and so am I.

Nothing you say can fuck up the space for God.

218. As her witness, I can testify to no reason, no lesson. But I can say this: in watching her, sitting with her, helping her, weeping with her, touching her, and talking with her, I have seen the bright pith of her soul. I cannot tell you what it looks like, exactly, but I can say that I have seen it.

I have been trying, for some time now, to find dignity in my loneliness. I have finding this hard to do. It easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem. Can blue solve the problem, or can it at least keep me company within it? -No, not exactly. It cannot love me that way; it has no arms. But sometimes I do feel its presence to be a sort of wink -Here you are again, it says, and so am I.

What if where I am is what I need? Before you, I had always thought of this mantra as a means of making peace with a bummer or even catastrophic situation. I never imagined it might apply to joy, too.

I know we're still here, who knows for how long ablaze with our care, its ongoing song.