Quotes About Moment

Life? was what you worked to catch, the intense happiness of an object slightly set apart from you. Painting? was what you did, alone, and you sat there, and it was your own terrible fight or your own lovely bit, but it was really terribly alone. To take the moment before something had actually happened, and you didn't know if it was going to be terrible or if it might be very funny, something extraordinary actually happening and yet everybody around it not taking any notice.

And here was a summer day, asking to be longer. As if a summer's day wasn't long enough.

Outside, the sun was shining. It was irrelevant. There was something Lise had to write down, again. What was it? I am a ( ) person.

Lise was lying in bed. She was falling. There

before she had died she had been young, like him, and not yet been onced by life. Today

I don't care what language the time passes in, the girl says. So long as it passes.

Later that night, when she was home and falling asleep on the couch in front of the TV, Elisabeth would remember seeing his eyes open, and how it was like that moment when you just happen to see the streetlights come on and it feels like you're being given a gift, or a chance, or that you yourself've been singled out and chosen by the moment.

Cause nobody's the slightest idea who we are, or who we were, not even we ourselves – except, that is, in the glimmer of a moment of fair business between strangers, or the nod of knowing and agreement between friends. Other than these, we go out anonymous into the insect air and all we are is the dust of colour, brief engineering of wings towards a glint of light on a blade of grass or a leaf in a summer dark.

Everybody turns to look at him. It is quite frightening.

Thank you for having me, death. Please excuse me, must get back to it, life.

A whole time can reduce down to a single taste, a moment. A whole person down to the skelf of a self

Okay, I said. As long as I've got you here, we're going to use and appreciate this present moment. Because I wish, and I've wished a thousand times since you went, that we'd known it was the present, and that we were living in it.

The success or failure of a life, as far as posterity goes, seems to lie in the more or less luck of seizing the right moment of escape.

The day and time itself: late afternoon in early February, was there a moment of the year better suited for despair?

The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present.

Its inscription, "Time waits for No Man," is an old punning device on the word gnomon. At

She would live now, not read.

We were ALways in this other time.

Change will arrive suddenly for me.

there comes a tremor and there comes a pause

into the lane he dropped not once looking up

it's as if I've interrupted something that was falling in a straight line from the eye of God

when a man rolls over and sighs

and every six seconds a blackbird