Quotes About Moments

It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

La gente intenta siempre revivir momentos que en su memoria son mejores de lo que fueron en realidad, evocar emociones que, en realidad, es mejor que permanezcan en el pasado

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

how quickly we forget the repellant aspects of personality in moments of crisis, which permit the illusion of unity against more dangerous foes.

You've got to take your chances in life, don't ignore the opportunities when the crop up as you don't get that many, every little helps, the small victories are important because that's your lot.

Your life is a highlight reel: a gradual search for a handful of memories.

Time is the currency of our life—how we spend it defines our existence.

Or, perhaps, the last moments of this life had begun a comforting transition to the mystery of the next.

The 2nd time leads to the 3rd, the 5th, the 7th time, I feel so alive, it won't last but it's alright

If you added up all the really significant episodes in your life they'd probably come to less than sixty minutes.

I kept thinking about the uneven quality of time--the way it was almost always so empty, and then with no warning came a few days that felt so dense and alive and real that it seemed indisputable that that was what life was, that its real nature had finally been revealed. But then time passed and unthinkably grew dead again, and it turned out that that fullness had been an aberration and might never come back.

It was the golden time of year. Every day the leaves grew brighter, the air sharper, the grass more brilliant. The sunsets seemed to expand and melt and stretch for hours, and the brick façades glowed pink, and everything got bluer. How many perfect autumns did a person get?

Time remains a mystery to Margaret. A game of Monopoly can consume an afternoon, and an hour on the treadmill seems like forever. But a lifetime passes in an instant.

What am I going to do now? Then I realized this was the perfect time to start journaling again. Because if you don't write down what happens in a day, you forget—and that day becomes a blur and that blur becomes your life.

The most amazing aspect of life, Beth thought, was the way that time passed—the days, the months, one following the next without slowing down or stopping for tragedy or triumph.

So all she can hope for are unexpected moments of grace.

There is always some happy and interesting thing happening, and I shall have two pleasures each time, my own enjoyment, and getting to tell you of them.

A man's life, Choje taught his monks, did not move in a linear progression, with each day an equal chit on the calendar of existence. Rather it moved from defining moment to defining moment, marked by the decisions that roiled the soul.

The trick is to surrender completely, take your moments when you get them, don't dare want for more.

She thought about how it was something they would all remember forever. How this was family: to own such moments together. To experience them in all their raw shock and sadness, then get the food from the refrigerator, unwrap the crackers and fill the glasses, keep the gears turning, the grand existing beside the routine, the ordinary.

Perfect moments don't turn into half-hours.

The days are long but the years are short," some say, about the early years of child rearing

Few are the memories which are more than a handful of dust, to be let run through the fingers.

Amazing how one's organic memory could cling so tightly to the worst moments of a life, and lose everything that surrounded them.