Quotes About Moment

Do not assume tomorrow will come. Car crash, heart attack, panda mauling; no promises that you'll see the day after today. What you do get is today. You're here right now, so don't waste it. Today is always the day you have. Tomorrow is always a day away. Something-something

It isnt for want of something to say-- something to tell you-- something you should know-- but to detain you-- keep you from going-- feeling myself here as long as you are-- as long as you are

For innovators, understanding the job is to understand what consumers care most about in that moment of trying to make progress.

Perhaps a wiser eye than hers would be able to read tomorrow in tonight's stars, but where was the fun in that? It was better not to know. Better to be alive in the Here and the Now--in this bright, laughing moment--and let the Hours to come take care of themselves.

Memory, prophecy, and fantasy— The past, the future, and The dreaming moment between— Are all in one country, Living one immortal day. To know that is Wisdom. To use it is the Art.

And with that comprehension, so unlike the simplifications she'd been ruled by hitherto, she became even more certain that the carpet they carried was a last hope, while he — whose home the Weave contained — seemed increasingly indifferent to its fate, living in the moment and for the moment, touched scarcely at all by hope or regret.

Memory, prophecy and fantasy—the past, the future and the dreaming moment between—are all one country, living one immortal day. To know that is Wisdom. To use it is the Art.

This was the substance of every moment, she realized: the body - never certain if the next lungful would be its last - hovering for a tiny time between cessation and continuance. And in that space out of time, between a breath expelled and another drawn, the miraculous was easy, because neither flesh nor reason has laid their edicts there.

This will not come again. Nor this. Nor this....

It was, for a moment, not her who started out between the bars. It was something dredged up from the bottom of the sea. Black eyes swiveling in a gray head. Some primeval genus that viewed him — he knew this to his marrow — with hatred in its bowels.

Every moment she wasted saying No to what she KNEW, was a moment lost to comprehension. That her worldview couldn't contain such a mystery without shattering was its liability, and a problem for another day.

He gave a moment's consideration to the possibility of lingering to wash his face and hands (maybe even to changing his puke-splattered shirt), but he decided to forgo cleanliness in favor of making a fast exit.

I know you're the only pistol champion we have, but I'd rather they no see enough of you to hit. You're also the only wife I have... You're so sweet.' ...at the moment.

Live every minute as if you are late for the last train.

Their lives had been an interminable loop of repeated gestures; now their existences were winnowed to this discrete and eternal moment.

The sky was a sheet of slate but it was still warm, an August afternoon that let you know its kind was running out.

When you remember this moment later you will understand that I was saying goodbye even if you did not know it.

He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.

How inevitable it is; we step into an ordinary moment and never come out again.

We seldom know what we're hearing when we hear something for the first time, but one thing is certain: we hear it as we will never hear it again. We return to the moment to experience it, I suppose, but we can never really find it, only its memory, the faintest imprint of what really was, what it meant.

It was one of those moments when everything is out of balance, I suppose, and just watching an odd thing seems to make sense. The squirrel scampered up a tree trunk, the sound of its nails like water in a tub.

At what whirling moment had she halted and turned, unbeknownst to herself, the other way?

It was the dilemma of the watchers: they didn't want to wait around for nothing at all, some idiot standing on the precipice of the towers, but they didn't want to miss the moment either, if he slipped, or got arrested, or dove, arms stretched.

To return to the moment of radical innocence. To paint. To stretch canvas. To find the point of originality. It wasn't a hippie idea. Both of us always hated the hippies, their flowers, their poems, their one idea. We were the furthest thing from hippies. We were the edge, the definers.