Quotes About Moments

Our patterns and stories, no matter how far back they go, can be surrendered and rewritten. We can walk away from them in any moment. Every choice can be change and every moment is a blank slate.

There are random moments - tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children's rooms - when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.

She was in that flagging mood when to go on living seems only to load more unmeaning moments on to your memory.

embrace the small pleasures and turn them into lasting memories." 31 The Alps, Winter 1190–1 Alienor and Berenguela pushed on with their journey, stopping at nightfall to claim hospitality at monasteries, castles, and towns that were friendly.

Jean was visited by one of her rare moments of happiness, one of those moments when the goodness of God was so real to her that it was like taste and scent; the rough strong taste of honey in the comb and the scent of water. Her thoughts of God had a homeliness that at times seemed shocking, in spite of their power, which could rescue her from terror or evil with an ease that astonished her.

For a few minutes the anxiety that tormented him had vanished, leaving his mind as serene as the beauty he looked at. Very lovely, he thought, are the sudden moments of relief that come in the midst of strain, those moments of forgetfulness when we are "teased out of thought" by a bird or a flower or the sight of old roofs in the sun; lovely though so transient, the reversal of those brief moments of misery that visit us even in the midst of joy.

What we lose is any sense that life is alive, she thought. The days follow one after the other and everything passes us by. Then along comes someone who looks at us kindly, as if we were worth noticing, and life quickens.

Sometimes you fall in love with someone because of the way they laugh with their eyes the moments they make you feel beautiful even when you aren't and how you see their face every time someone says "Love"...

Before we know it, its all going to be over so fast. Too fast for us to even realize what was..

There is meaning hidden in the small changes of everyday life, and wisdom to be found in the shards of your most broken moments.

amanda lifted a large handful of pictures out of the box and dropped them into her lap, flicking through them as they fall. they told a thousand stories, didn't they? the pictures of your life. but they left a lot out, too.

Living isn't just about loving someone. Living is enjoying what you have as you have it.

What is going to happen? Nothing. For everything has happened. All time is now, and time can do no better. Nothing can ever be more now than now, and before this nothing was. There are no minor facts in life, there is only one tremendous one.

one of those things about getting older was knowing that so many moments weren't just moments, they were gifts.

life picked up speed, and then most of it was gone—made you breathless, really.

There were these times, is what I am saying, where the people I met were interesting. And their stories interwove!

Nothing is long ago.

Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful?

she had not known what one should know: that day after day was unconsciously squandered.

Come se l'anima potesse far silenzio in quei momenti.

Olive's private view is that life depends on what she thinks of as "big bursts" and "little bursts." Big bursts are things like marriage or children, intimacies that keep you afloat, but these big bursts hold dangerous, unseen currents. Which is why you need the little bursts as well: a friendly clerk at Bradlee's, let's say, or the waitress at Dunkin' Donuts who knows how you like your coffee. Tricky business, really.

Nu echter weet ik wat ik mis. Ik weet: mijn uren zouden van elkaar te onderscheiden moeten zijn. Ik kan ze nergens aan meten. Er is geen schaal. Geen enkel voorval markeert mijn tijd. Ik verstrijk dus tegenwoordig zelf.

He considered her ruthless, in his moments of pain, but also in moments of happiness, experienced mere feet from her but bound right wrist to left ankle by her rules: nothing could evolve, nothing could be consummated, nothing repressed could surface, nothing previously accepted could be ignored. One must not speak of it, in case one could no longer sing of it. Instead, she only kept directing his attention to the wondrously charged air they could tame and make dance between them.

We are all of us clocks whose faces tell the passing years.