Quotes About Moments

Time is the lens through which dreams are captured.

Everything matters. Time is precious.

Time, by moments, steals away, First the hour, and then the day; Small the daily loss appears, Yet it soon amounts to years

Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.

I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found how to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.

Time is what stops history happening at once; time is the speed at which the past disappears.

The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?

We talk about saving time and killing time when actually we can't do either. We have no choice but to spend it at a constant and flowing rate.

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.

We haven't the time to take out time.

...photography is made essentially of time. I often think that what we show is a point in time, more than a window onto space.

All of life like a series of tableaux, and in the living we missed so much, hid so much, left so much undone and unsaid.

Life is short. Remember that, too.

it's strange little moments that live inside you and keep peeking out the windows that open suddenly in your mind.

The mix in our rooms is so touching: the clutter and the cracks in the wall belie a bleakness or brokenness in our lives; while photos and a few rare objects show our pride, our rare shining moments ... these rooms are future ruins

There were moments when I understood that there was nothing much I was going to understand or figure out. There was simply the present moment, awareness, impermanence, birdsong, love. There is no fixing this setup here. It seems broken and ruined at times, but it isn't: it's simply the nature of human life.

I learned that opening myself to my own love and to life's tough loveliness not only was the most delicious, amazing thing on earth but also was quantum. It would radiate out to a cold, hungry world. Beautiful moments heal, as do real cocoa, Pete Seeger, a walk on old fire roads.

Holiness has most often been revealed to me in the exquisite pun of the first syllable, in holes- in not enough help, in brokenness, mess. High holy places, with ethereal sounds and stained glass, can massage my illusion of holiness, but in holes and lostness I can pick up the light of small ordinary progress, newly made moments flecked like pepper into the slog and the disruptions.

Some aching beauty comes with huge loss, although maybe not right away, when it would be helpful. Life is a very powerful force, despite the constant discouragement. So if you are a person with connections to life, a few tendrils eventually break through the sidewalk of loss, and you notice them, maybe space out studying them for a few moments, or maybe they tickle you into movement and response, if only because you have to scratch your nose.

Robert Burns said it best: "Life is but a day at most.

There is still something to be said for painting portraits of the people we have loved, for trying to express those moments that seem so inexpressibly beautiful, the ones that change us and deepen us.

Time is so full for people who are dying in a conscious way, full in the way that life is for children. They spend big round hours.

History and memory share events; that is, they share time and space. Every moment is two moments.

If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.