Quotes About Moment

I could see through it, but that didn't make the more difficult thing any less difficult. What did help, in this particular moment, was the sharp nip of pain on my fingertips. The match was still burning.

How life is strange and changeful, and the crystal is in the steel at the point of fracture, and the toad bears a jewel in its forehead, and the meaning of moments passes like the breeze that scarcely ruffles the leaf of the willow.

the train goes fast and is going fast when it crosses a little trestle. You catch the sober, metallic, pure, late-light, unriffled glint of the water between the little banks, under the sky, and see the cow standing in the water upstream near the single leaning willow. And all at once you feel like crying. But the train is going fast, and almost immediately whatever you feel is taken away from you, too.

He saw a light come on, far off there, in one of the houses clutching at the shadowy base of the hill. He thought of the human moment in the midst of the land. His heart stirred. He thought of the preciousness of that moment. That, he thought, was all he had ever tried to get: that moment of preciousness. But he had never managed to do it. At least, not the way he dreamed it. Perhaps he would, this time.

under the sky, and see the cow standing in the water upstream near the single leaning willow. And all at once you feel like crying. But the train is going fast, and almost immediately whatever you felt is taken away from you, too. You bloody fool, do you think that you want to milk a cow? You do not want to milk a cow.

The grandfather's clock in the corner of the room, I suddenly realized, wasn't getting any younger. It would drop out a tick, and the tick would land inside my head like a rock dropped in a well, and the ripples would circle out and stop, and the tick would sink down the dark. For a piece of time which was not long or short, and might not even be time, there wouldn't be anything. Then the tock would drop down the well, and the ripples would circle out and finish.

Architecture doesn't exist in isolation. It is, in effect, like joining an existing conversation. Architecture should be responsive to its context, purpose, and moment in time.

he did what he thought was best at the moment.

The moment the investor bought the shares at $40 and returned the 100 shares to the original investor, the shorting investor is said to have "covered their short position.

Although the horse ride was a short one, the memories that came back spanned a lifetime.

Thirty seconds can be very long sometimes. Long enough to work a miracle or a revolution.

He had learned the rare secret that you must take happiness when you find it - that there is no use in marking the place and coming back to it at a more convenient season, because it will not be there then.

She surrendered herself utterly to the charm of the moment.

the right kind of a clock. One that did not hurry the hours away but ticked them off deliberately.

Isn't it good just to be a live on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it. They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one.

I believe that we take every memory and every moment with us, and that whatever those memories are become our heaven or our hell.

When the lightning struck, the whole prairie would be bathed for a second in white light.

He was two or three steps away from her and for a moment they did not know how to get to one another.

Soon the whites would come, of course, but what he was seeing was a moment between, not the plains as they had been, or as they would be, but a moment of true emptiness, with thousands of miles of grass resting unused, occupied only by remnants—of the buffalo, the Indians, the hunters.

One minute with him is all I ask; one minute alone with him, while you're runnin' for th' priest an' th' doctor. - Sean O'Casey, The Plow and the Stars

You can't change the past. You can't even change the future, in the sense that you can only change the present one moment at a time, stubbornly, until the future unwinds itself into the stories of our lives.

So many youths, praying before an altar of shadows, waiting for one moment to live a dream, to become the heroes of their own tales.

smile as they walk up. How can I not? Bailey is smiling too. She is smiling at me. "Mom," she says.

I didn't know yet that you can always find that perfect moment right before everything shatters.