Quotes About Moment

The people on board the ship would believe that they had left Cherbourg yesterday, that where they were at the moment in the middle of the ocean was today and New York was several days ahead." "I see what you mean," the Duke said slowly. "For you and me high up in the sky, it would all be happening at the same moment.

the instant her foot touched the driveway, like

Love is a choice you make from moment to moment.

People don't live in the greater scheme of things, they live in the here and now

Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.

You never knew which split second might be the zigzag bolt dividing all that went before from the everything that comes next.

There's a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it's true but you haven't told anyone yet. Of all things, that is what I remember most. It was so quiet.

Sometimes history cleaves and for one helpless moment stands still like the pause when the ax splits a log and the two halves rest on end waiting to fall.

Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side. Betrayal is a friend I have known a long time, a two-faced goddess looking forward and back with a clear, earnest suspicion of good fortune.

A territory is only possessed for a moment in time.

Poor thing, thought Garnett, to have to commit yourself so hard to one moment of poor judgment.

Any one moment could be like this, I thought. A continental divide.

Today was the day. Every day was the day.

Emelina set a cup of tea in front of me. I picked it up and let the steam touch my eyelids, realizing that what I needed most at that moment was to lie in bed with someone who was fond of every inch of my skin.

Life could change with every breath.

fraction of a second, before asking

The clock in the church tower

If you want to create opportunities, you have to create movement.

The waitress came and put the drinks on the table. Murakami drained his in a single draught. Yukiko followed suit. "Ii yo," Murakami growled. Good. Yukiko set her glass down with practiced delicacy. Murakami looked at her. She returned the look, something almost theatrically nonchalant in her expression. The look went on for a long moment. Then he grinned and grabbed her hand.

I heard footsteps on the tile, then saw his profile as he emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a white tee shirt and matching boxer shorts.

I waited a moment, then lowered myself, cross-legged, to the earth. Some of the graves were adorned with flowers, in various stages of freshness and decay. As though the dead could smell the bouquets.

What an amazing day this has been, he thought. What a perfectly amazing day . . . and it's not even one in the afternoon yet.

Not a wind, not even a high, exactly, but an elevation. A sense that you had gone beyond yourself and could go farther still.

For months - sometimes even years, as I tried to explain to you - time hardly seems to exist. Then everything comes in a gasp.