Quotes About Moment

time is a catastrophe, perpetual and irreversible.

Don't you ever get tired of reading?" she asked. "You could hardly be called good company! Don't you know that, with women, you're supposed to make conversation?" she added; her half smile was perhaps meant to be ironic, though to Amedeo, who at that moment would have paid anything rather than give up his novel, it seemed downright threatening.

Yet, even now, ever time (often) that I find that I don't understand something, then instinctively, I'm filled with the hope that perhaps this will be my moment again, perhaps once again I shall understand nothing, I shall grasp that other knowledge, found and lost in an instant.

The moment that counts most for me is the moment that precedes reading. At times a title is enough to kindle in me the desire for a book that perhaps does not exist. At times it is the incipit of the book, the first sentences... In other words: if you need little to set the imagination going, I require even less: the promise of reading is enough.

I rather enjoy that sense of bewilderment a novel gives you when you start reading it, but if the first effect is fog, I'm afraid the moment the fog lifts my pleasure in reading will be lost, too.

and she abandons herself to the flow of reading as if to the sole possible action of life…

But he would continuously change them around, according to his studies and tastes of the moment, for he considered his books as rather like birds and it saddened him to see them caged or still.

Also in Raissa, city of sadness, there runs an invisible thread that binds one living being to another for a moment, then unravels, then is stretched again between moving points as it draws new and rapid patterns so that at every second the unhappy city contains a happy city unaware of its own existence.

The only truth I can write is that of the instant I am living.

rivelandosi uno di quegli incerti impulsivi o impulsivi incerti che sembra sempre non sappiano cogliere il momento giusto e invece l'azzeccano ogni volta.

These stories differ but they tell of a precarious love that unites two incompatible worlds, and of a love tested by absence; stories of unknowable lovers who unite only in the moment in which they are lost to one another.

I am the I of the present

At observation posts and in campgrounds and on logging roads and at picture-taking perches like Coldwater Ridge, vigil keepers caught in the same moment with Sunday larkers, they died and they died. Died they all who were encamped along the north rim of the red zone as the power of Mount St. Helens welled over it, to a sum of fifty-seven.  Ã¢â'¬Â¢

Naturally, people — especially in America — live in the moment and, given the "crisis" orientation of cable news, think that [the 2000s are] the worst period the country has ever gone through. Not really.

At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.

S?uchaj, jak si? czas zbli?a, i daj mu nadej??.

More fragrant because of the one who saw and picked them, these flowers, precious, transient--

Toen fotograferen nog iets bijzonders was en een afdruk relatief duur lachte iedereen die op de foto ging. Alsof de foto zo meer waard werd.

Tijd heeft geen betekenis op een schilderij. Als het goed is tenminste.' 'En op foto's?' vroeg Vogels. 'De meeste foto's hebben een rouwrand. Heden overleed. Een goed schilderij is net als een stem op een band. Altijd nu, in het heden. Maar wat lul ik, ik fotografeer nauwelijks nog.

Maybe the weirdest moment, which came months after production, was the first time I sat down with John Williams to show him about a half an hour of the movie. I can't describe the feeling. All I will say is, just to state the facts of it: I am about to show John Williams 30 minutes of a Star Wars movie that he has not seen that I directed.

It's a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.

jinn . . . occupy bodies which are in a liminal state . . . when consciousness is a sheet of copper beaten down, mirroring only the moment

You only ever have a moment to live, this moment, and yet we all tend to live in the past or in the future.

The past tempts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us. And our lives slip away, moment by moment, lost in that vast terrible in-between. But there is still time to seize that one last fragile moment.