Quotes About Moments

The past, the future: - two eternities!

That Time could turn up his swift sandy glass, To untell the days.

Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect them.

Happiness compresses time, makes it dense and bright, pocketsized.

Enjoy the now. Time flies, enjoy it while you can.

After all, time is not money. It is an opportunity to live before you die.

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.

After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.

It does not take a long time to fall to the ground, even from nine stories up. But it took a lifetime for Yetta. It took every single one of the last moments of her life.

Death, taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them. ? Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

Muito cedo foi tarde demais em minha vida.

Nuestra vida. Una vida que sólo a nosotros pertenece, que no viviremos más que una vez y que no estamos seguros de comprender del todo.

I shall pass over the somnambulism of desire, the abrupt resolution which sweeps away all others, the alacrity of a body which, finally, no longer obeys anything but itself. We often describe the happiness of a soul which disencumbers itself of the body; there are moments in life when the body disencumbers itself of the soul.

If we take care of the moments, the years will take care of themselves.

I sighed. What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on necklace of despair?

I need you to get inside Wayne's head. I need someone who thinks a bit left field and in your own unpleasant way, Helen Walsh, you're a genius. He had a point. I'm lazy and illogical. I've limited people skills. I'm easily bored and easily irritated. But I have moments of brilliance. They come and they go and I can't depend on them but they do happen.

There is only ever one answer to the question what did you do with your life, and it's the same--fleeting and unknowable--for every one of us. I lived.

Life gets mighty precious when there's less of it to waste.

How could it be that none of it mattered? It was most of what happened.

Life is not a recipe. Recipes are just descriptions of one person's take on one moment in time. They're not rules. People think they are. They look as if they are. They say, "Do this, not this. Add this, not that." But, really, recipes are just suggestions that got written down.

I was aware now, as ever, that between all people there were First Times You See Them and Last Times you See Them.

They were always reminding themselves to stop measuring life in coffee spoons, mornings and afternoons, to keep swimming way, way down to the bottom of the ocean to find where the mermaids sang.

Anything was better than waiting in that hole trying to figure out what to think about in his last moments on earth, waiting to be plumed or slaughtered. He'd rather die trying to live.

There are those fortunate hours when the world consents to be made into a poem.