Quotes About Moment

All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened. I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.

At the same time, we both pulled back briefly still oh so close. Everything in the word rested on that moment. "We can't..." He told me. "I know," I agreed. Then his mouth was on mine again, and this time I knew there would be no turning back.

He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I'd always told him the cologne couldn't be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing.

You know," he said, "under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day." I crossed my arms and sat on the bed. I did so out of simple fatigue, but a moment later, I was struck by what I was doing. This is where Adrian sleeps. I'm touching the covers he's wrapped in every night. What does he wear? Does he wear anything? I jumped up.

We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what I'd said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.

Sunshine had never tasted so sweet as it did at that moment.

I brought my lips down to hers, and it was like everything that had ever happened to me had simply been a warm-up for this moment, that this was where my life truly began.

I was so awash in sensory overload that I was caught completely unaware when he did push me away

For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless.

That," he mused, "was the best non-sex ever.

For a sweet moment, the weight of human and godly concerns lifted from Justin, and he was left only with the memory of that kiss.

She made no other moves, but there was tension in her that said she was a lioness that could strike at any moment. You know, remarks Magnus conversationally, lionesses do all the work while lions sit around.

It doesn't matter what it is. Start with something, and go from there. Go until you're unstoppable.

We could have died just now. We didn't. Maybe we'll die tomorrow. I don't know. What matters is that we're alive now.

Meus olhos se levantaram do rosto de Natalie e encontraram o de Jesse Zeklos, bem quando ele passava pela nossa mesa.

I also knew every stolen moment we had together put her at a terrible risk to face the Alchemists' wrath.

That's the only way. We could have died just now. We didn't. Maybe we'll die tomorrow. I don't know. What matters is that we're alive now.

glanced back out to the mall's main section. I saw

I always teased her I'd serve her lemonade out there. It would be the perfect place for us—the meeting of worlds. But at the moment, it was hard to imagine a future like that.

Flirtation – After all, there's no need to say anything at first. An orange, peeled and quartered, flares like a tulip on a wedgwood plate. Anything can happen. Outside the sun has rolled up her rugs and night strewn salt across the sky. My heart is humming a tune I haven't heard in years! Quiet's cool flesh– let's sniff and eat it. There are ways to make of the moment a topiary so the pleasure's in walking through.

She might even be your lovely school-teacher who is reading these words to you at this very moment. Look carefully at that teacher. Perhaps she is smiling at the absurdity of such a suggestion. Don't let that put you off. It could be part of cleverness. I am not, of course, telling you for one second that your teacher actually is a witch. All I am saying is that she might be one. It is most unlikely. But—here comes the big but—not impossible.

She might even — and this will make you jump — she might even be your lovely school-teacher who is reading these words to you at this very moment.

Each sunrise is a precious jewel . . . for it may never be followed by its sunset.

Being aware that he had but a short time to live and having neither Martian nor Kansan faith in immortality, he purposed to live each golden moment as eternity—without fear, without hope, with sybaritic gusto.