Quotes About Moment

Seeing herself do this, Elise realizes she always knew she would give the fruit away, at this exact moment, to that girl, with this exact feeling in her heart.

A single second is enough like steam in a retort to hiss, obedient to the alchemist and drops dead as a hunted dove.

If you constantly fret about timing things perfectly, they'll never happen.

Besides, the perfect time never arrives. You're always too young or old or busy or broke or something else. If you constantly fret about timing things perfectly, they'll never happen.

Luke unfastened a bottle from his pack and bent over a sow's belly, squeezing green milk from her swollen udder. He looked up from his work, a green streak on his upper lip. Rey kept watching, though that last moment had left her a little ill. The sow regarded her lazily.

The beauty of good writing is that it transports the reader inside another person's experience in some other physical place and culture and, at its best, evokes a palpable feeling of being in a specific moment in time and space.

Together, all four now subscribed to a set of teachings that boiled down to "the law of nonresistance," as they described it—fundamentally, making the best of the current moment.

Something in djet time is finished but not past; it exists forever in the present.

The pause we're experiencing can highlight a basic truth: we may or may not walk this way again, and even if we do, we will never be precisely the same people who experienced that journey in the first place. Travel is only ever about a moment in time and space, but it's also about how we choose to hold that moment in our memories. It is always both present and past.

todo nos parece poco, todo se comprime y nos parece poco una vez que termina, entonces siempre resulta que nos faltó tiempo y no duró lo bastante

cualquiera muere en cualquier instante.

stubbed it out in the ashtray she had been using before, for her equally

a connotation of infinity / sharpens the temporal splendor of this night

And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.

tomorrow is our permanent address and there they'll scarcely find us(if they do, we'll move away still further:into now

in a middle of a room stands a suicide sniffing a Paper rose smiling to a self somewhere it is Spring and sometimes people are in real:imagine somewhere real flowers,but I can't imagine real flowers for if I could,they would somehow not Be real (so he smiles smiling)but I will not everywhere be real to you in a moment The is blond with small hands & everything is easier than I had guessed everything would be;even remembering the way who looked at whom first,anyhow dancing

and on forever's very now we stand

And now you are and i am now and we're a mystery that will never happen again, a miracle which has never happened before.

The story was clearly over, as in juggling when the ball you throw up finds the moment to come down, hesitates as if it might not, and then drops at the same speed of that celestial light. And life is no longer good but just what you happen to be holding.

Poor Father, I see his final exploration. He arrives at the new place, his hair risen in astonishment, his mouth and eyes dumb. His toe scuffs a soft storm of sand, he kneels and his arms spread in pantomimic celebration, the immigrant, as in every moment of his life, arriving eternally on the shore of his Self.

But the boy's eyes saw only the tracks made by the skaters, traces quickly erased of moments past, journeys taken.

Realize deeply that the present moment is all you will ever have.

Nothing has happened in the past; it happened in the Now. Nothing will ever happen in the future; it will happen in the Now.

Your outer journey may contain a million steps; your inner journey only has one: the step you are taking right now.