Quotes About Moments

Have you been in love before?' 'Many times. But this is the first time.

It isn't time that's passing by, my friend. It is you and I.

lt isn't time that's passing by; it is you and I..

It isn't time that's passing by. it is you and I.

Hapiness is as exclusive as a butterfly, and you must never pursue it. If you stay very still, it may come and settle on your hand. But only briefly. Savour those moments, for they will not come in your way very often.

Too-lateness, I realized, has nothing to do with age. Too-lateness is potentially every moment. Or not, depending on the person and the moment. Perhaps there even comes a time when it's no longer too late for anything. Perhaps, even, most times are too early for most things, and most of life has to go by before it's time for almost anything and too late for almost nothing. Nothing to lose, the present moment to gain, the integration with long-delayed Now.

He was thinking what a long and wide thing time is, to have so many happenings in it.

Discernment, in a most general sense, is the capacity to recognize and respond to the presence and the activity of God—both in the ordinary moments and in the larger decisions of our lives.

Life is fleeting. Don't waste a single moment of your precious life. Wake up now! And now! And now!

The scratches in Yoko Ono records are moments of relief.

in these moments, my focus narrows to this femme, this street, this time, protecting her as best I can, not walking back and forth in front of the fence and growling, just slowly raising my big head.

Her mate laughed. "There's enough time for that later. In fact, we have a perfectly extraordinary but mortal life ahead of us.

Yar?n öldü?ümüz zaman birisi bize sorsa: "Dünyada neler gördünüz?" dese herhalde verecek cevap bulamay?z. Ko?maktan görmeye vakit olmuyor ki...

Hayat, birbirinden ay?rd?klar?n?, k?sa bir müddet için tekrar yakla?t?r?r gibi olsa bile, uzun zaman yan yana b?rakm?yordu. Geçen günleri bir daha geri getirmek mümkün de?ildi ve sadece hat?ralar, iki insan? birbirine ba?layacak kadar kuvvetli de?ildi.

So much beauty in this dark and dreary scene! Oh, to breathe in this moist air! This was how life should be lived: attuned to nature, its every flutter and sway, while time moves inexorably forward. Rejoicing in every moment, finding a lifetime in each and every one, in the knowledge that these moments were revealing themselves to me as to no other. Never forgetting that there existed another with whom I could share all my thoughts. I just had to wait...

trivial details were what true life was made of.

Do you see, being here with me, or during the Isha Yoga programs, there have been many moments of awareness? This is the beginning of freedom. Your business is just to establish that, not to bother about your karma. Let the karmas go wherever they want to go.

We plant, we nurture, we grow and we give, different flowers for different moments in time, but all for the same purpose: to say that which cannot be said, and to say it with beauty and with grace.

There are moments that have a certain flavor of eternity

Le temps n'efface pas tout, certains instants restent intacts en nos mémoires, sans que l'on sache pourquoi ceux-là plus que d'autres. Peut-être sont-ce là quelques confidences subtiles que la vie nous livre en silence.

Il est des petites choses que l'on laisse derrière soi, des moments de vie ancrés dans la poussière du temps. On peut tenter de les ignorer, mais ces petits riens mis bout à bout forment une chaîne qui vous raccroche au passé.

Certains moments ont un goût d'éternité.

Time is like a river made up of the events which hap­pen, and a vi­ol­ent stream; for as soon as a thing has been seen, it is car­ried away, and an­other comes in its place, and this will be car­ried away too.

We live only in the present, in this fleet-footed moment. The rest is lost and behind us, or ahead of us and may never be found. Little of life we know, little the plot of earth on which we dwell, little the memory of even the most famous who have lived, and this memory itself is preserved by generations of little men, who know little about themselves and far less about those who died long ago. (Book 3, Verse 10)