Quotes About Moments

Our time here is short. We can pass through this world but once; as we pass along, let us make the most of life. The

The afternoon slipped away while we talked -- she talked brightly when any subject came up that interested her -- and it was the last hour of day -- that grave, still hour when the movement of life seems to droop and falter for a few precious minutes -- that brought us the thing I had dreaded silently since my first night in the house.

In real life sweet moments are short and dulled by time.

The whole point of taking pictures is so that you don't have to explain things with words.

We all think we have time, you know. It's this miracle substance and there seems to be so much of it, and then all of a sudden, it's gone.

Virginity, like many things connected to men, was obviously vastly over-rated. And frankly, so was sexual intimacy. No wonder Villiers didn't care if she'd had previous experiences. It was all a matter of a minute at most.

Just kissing, forty-one days' worth of kisses, nights' worth of kisses, morning kisses, luncheon kisses, twilight kisses.

Qué raros son los recuerdos que nos hacen disfrutar de una felicidad de la que no nos dimos cuenta y con la que nos fuimos felices.

Seinfeld tiene un chiste adecuado para cualquier momento de la vida.

Everyday is a gift from God and each day is filled with opportunities that may never come your way again until you leave this planet (earth). Thus, endeavour to make the most of the present moment. For, it's wisdom to do just that. Mind you, whoever that wastes his or her own time equally wastes his or her own life unknowingly. Yes! you heard me right as ever, time is of the essence. IMHO in my (honest) humble opinion, anyway. ~Emeasoba George.

Suffering makes you live time in detail, moment after moment. Which is to say that it exists for you: over the others, the ones who don't suffer, time flows, so that they don't live in time, in fact they never have.

Even in childhood I watched the hours flow, independent of any reference, any action, any event, the disjunction of time from what was not itself, its autonomous existence, its special status, its empire, its tyranny. I remember quite clearly that afternoon when, for the first time, confronting the empty universe, I was no more than a passage of moments reluctant to go on playing their proper parts. Time was coming unstuck from being—at my expense.

Fiecare clip? este o groap?, neîndestul?tor de adânc?.

Trei diminea?a. Simt secunda de fa??, apoi pe cealalt?, fac bilan?ul fiec?rui minut. De ce toate astea? Pentru c? m-am n?scut.

Men's minds need a simple truth, an answer which delivers them from their questions, a gospel, a tomb. The moments of refinement conceal a death-principle: nothing is more fragile than subtlety.

Only to the degree that our moments afford us some contact with death do we have some chance to glimpse on what insanity all existence is based.

The solutions offered by our ancestral cowardice are the worst desertions of our duty to intellectual decency. To be fooled, to live and die duped, is certainly what men do. But there exists a dignity which keeps us from disappearing into God and which transforms all our moments into prayers we shall never offer.

The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion...one would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.

It's the little details in life that make all the difference.

The simple truth - every day is precious. When it's gone, it never comes back to you.

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn't even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didn't even know had a particular smell. I wonder what will someday bring back Dex and our few months together. Maybe the sound of Dido's voice. Maybe the scent of the Aveda shampoo I've been using all summer.

It had been so long since we were a family that I had almost forgotten the joy that came with having one. All the small and large moments, many that I had taken for granted while they were occuring, no doubt bolstered by the certainty that there would be many more. Yet such endearing and memorable engagements in life are promised to no one. They come and go and one has to be aware that there is no assurance they will ever come again.

All that really belongs to us is time; even he who has nothing else has that.