Quotes About Moment

There was no looking to the future. It was a moment without future.

And there was nothing more to say. They sat and gazed at each other from opposite corners of the carriage and could not even smile.

And she was in his arms, her head pillowed against his shoulder, held to him, rocked against him. She closed her eyes and willed herself to remember every detail of this moment for the rest of her life. The hard muscularity of his body. The comfort of his arms and his shoulder. His cheek against the top of her head. The warmth and the smell of him. He and she, and their child between them. Perhaps thirty seconds. At the most a minute. A minute to last a lifetime.

There was such a thing as happiness, and it would be silly not to enjoy it when one felt it rather than shy away from it for fear it would not last.

He had glanced hastily around, but there were other riders in sight. He had had to content himself with lifting her hand, drawing her glove down to bare her wrist, and pressing his lips to the pulse there.

Había ciertos momentos en los que la vida daba un giro que cambiaba por completo el curso establecido. Y era característico que dichos momentos sucedieran sin previo aviso, dejando al interesado sin tiempo para considerar sus opciones o razonar consigo mismo sobre las repercusiones. De modo que solo quedaba tomar una decisión apresurada de la que casi se podía decir que dependería el resto de la vida.

She was held in the tension just before movement, about to walk back toward the house. Later she would think, If I had turned away, I'd have missed the moment he fell in love. He would not remember it that way. What he experienced was not so much the beginning of love as a cessation of pain.

Later that summer, as rain fell, such a moment shimmered and paused on the brink, and then began the ancient dance of numbers: two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, and a new life took root and began to grow. And thus the generations past were joined to the unknowable future.

When the bet is placed, he said, a moment is carved away from the past and the future. In that enchanted moment, anything is possible. A man's debts and regrets and limitations disappear. He is buyin' the chance to imagine - for one moment at a time - that th enext card I deal will make him rich.

I shouldn't be doing this, he thought. She is actually a nice person. for a moment he had an impulse to embrace her. He had a stronger impulse to beat her.

The changes are coming fast and blind now, and in your skull sits an hourglass with a grain size hole through which numb seconds are sliding.

I pushed the button to shut the TV off. The picture shrank to a little blue star that hurtled backwards through the swampy dark.

A hawk reeled overhead with a rodent squirming in its beak, close enough so you could see the bird's black shiny eyes.

I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us...

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don't hesitate. Give in to it.

All things are meltable, and replaceable. Not at this moment, but soon enough, we are lambs and we are leaves, and we are stars, and the shining, mysterious pond water itself.

All eternity is in the moment.

This is what I have. The dull hangover of waiting, the blush of my heart on the damp grass, the flower-faced moon. A gull broods on the shore where a moment ago there were two. Softly my right hand fondles my left hand as though it were you.

Now and again there's a moment, when the heart cries aloud: yes, I am willing to be that wild darkness, that long, blue body of light.

Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!      What a task          to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is ours,     and not by the century or the year, but by the hours. One

I try to remember when time's measure painfully chafes, for instance when autumn flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing to stay - how everything lives, shifting from one bright vision to another, forever in these momentary pastures.

The Instant Today one small snake lay, looped and solitary in the high grass, it swirled to look, didn't like what it saw and was gone in two pulses forward and with no sound at all, only two taps, in disarray, from that other shy one, my heart.

Give me that dark moment; I will carry it everywhere like a mouthful of rain. — Mary Oliver, from "Pen and Paper and a Breath of Air: Excerpts," Blue Pastures . (Mariner Books; 1 edition November 10, 1995)

I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.