Quotes About Presence

Vrijeme nije samo proticanje, ve? i prisustvo. Vidljivi trag ne?ije ruke što je davno zapisala neravne redove, prkosi smrti, a rije?i i njihov smisao žive neprekidno, kao izvor koji ne presušuje, kao svjetlo koje se ne gasi.

Bila je druk?ija od njegove magli?aste vizije iz prvog susreta, stvarnija, bliža, odredjenija, ali time nije gubila ništa. Ona iz snova bila je mašta, magla njegovih zaludnih ?asova, i imala je nestalan oblik njegovih želja, a ova se nije mijenjala ni rasplinjavala. Stajala je pred njim uzdržana i gospodstvena, otkrivaju?i svakim svojim pokretom poneku osobinu koja je djelovala kao iznenadjenje

Kad sam bio ugrožen, mislio sam samo na nju, hrabre?i se njenim prisustvom.Kad mi je bilo teško, pominjao sam njeno ime kao u molitvi, nalaze?i olakšanje. Kad osjetim radost, tr?im da je podijelim s njom, zahvalan joj, kao da mi je ona daruje.

Nikakva traga od njega nema više na svijetu. Sve što je ostalo to je u meni.

Having a name online means no more than it being written on a paper sheet.

Trees have no elsewhere.

Feeling are like three-year-olds. They're not rational. They're just there.

Edmond just lay there smoking and telling me he loved me without saying anything out loud and if there ever was a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about. The

His presence silenced, if only for a few seconds, the crackling anxiety that made my blood grate against my bones and for a little while I'd feel melted and soft.

A complex contract was in the process or being forged, whereby Finn agreed to tolerate me presence and I agreed to worship him- totally, but carefully, so not as to destroy the fragile equilibrium of his life.

Dennis was present, still present, and this, she thought as she stayed landed against him, was no small talent.

How was it, Cory kept thinking, that when a person died they were no longer anywhere? You could search the entire world and never find them. It was one thing for a body to stop working and be carted away under a sheet; it was another thing for the sense of that person to evaporate. The textural and indisputable sense, as strong but as hard to pinpoint as a gas.

It was like some kind of full-mind, full-body fuck. That was what it was like when your entire self was engaged. That was what it was like to pay attention.

So what, then? You're a ghost? Because that's how it feels to me sometimes, Effie. You're a fucking ghost, and all you do is haunt me.

This book is for a black light, a bottom bunk and a hug, For a doorway, a pair of kicked-off shoes and the width of a kitchen table, And as ever and always, for a blue bathrobe, a million miles of legs and a whole lot of hair. Everything that came before you is a memory, but you are the real and constant thing.

I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he's listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I'm not there, which is almost all the time.

For the first time in my life, I wasn't thinking about what would happen in the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years to come. I was right there in the moment, my world finally, albeit briefly, complete. And I was happy. Deliriously, deliciously happy.

I couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be. In the middle.

Who are we aligning ourselves with? Are we aligning ourselves with the presence of God as it is abused, broken, bleeding, and mocked and scorned even now in this world? Do we take that one step down, risking insecurity, violence, guilt by association, to stand beside those who are both victim and accused, and public sinner – criminal and despised in society?

Beautiful places are almost alive! When you visit them, you can feel their breaths!

Happiness is often somewhere near us, not in the far places!

We are the visitors in the lives of others; we visit them and we disappear!

When a great moment arises, it is great to be right there!

God is at home, it's we who have gone out for a walk.