Quotes About Moments

C'était une de ces soirées délicieuses à l'âme, un de ces moments qui ne s'oublient jamais, une de ces heures passées dans la paix et le désir, et dont, plus tard, le charme est toujours un sujet de regret, même quand nous nous trouvons plus heureux.

In the life of man there are no two moments of pleasure exactly alike, any more than there are two leaves of identical shape upon the same tree.

Time expands and contracts. When it expands, it's like pitch: it folds people in its arms and holds them forever in its embrace. It doesn't let us go so easily. Sometimes you go back again to the place you've just come from, stop and close your eyes, and realize that not a second has passed, and time just leaves you there, stranded, in the darkness

Die Zeit ist unaufhaltsam und fließt immer weiter. Das tut sie nicht nur, damit man ihr nachtrauert, sondern damit man einen schönen Augenblick nach dem anderen erhaschen kann.

Even if this night we were spending together and everything else was just going to disappear into the past, that was all right - and it seemed to me that I held this alrightness preciously in my hands, and that it was glittering there.

I'll never be able to be here again. As the minutes slide by, I move on. The flow of time is something I cannot stop. I haven't a choice. I go. One caravan has stopped, another starts up. There are people I have yet to meet, others I'll never see again. People who are gone before you know it, people who are just passing through. Even as we exchange hellos, they seem to grow transparent. I must keep living with the flowing river before my eyes.

Time simply floated open and started to expand. Time held the two of us in light, inside a space so vast it might have reached the heavens, and turned eternal.

Nel flusso indefinito del tempo e degli stati d'animo gran parte della storia è incisa nei sensi. [E cose di nessuna importanza, insostituibili, ritornano così all'improvviso, in un caffè.]

And then, suddenly, time was flowing differently than usual. It didn't turn back, or even pause. Time simply floated open and started to expand. Time held the two of us in light, inside a space so vast it might have reached the heavens, and turned eternal.

Risate fatte di niente e divise con qualcuno.

A differenza che nelle grandi difficoltà della vita, nelle piccole cose, nei momenti che passano in un lampo, risplende quella luce misteriosa che si vede quando si realizza un sogno.

Tutti di solito sono convinti che le persone si separano perché una si è stancata dell'altra, per propria volontà o per volontà dell'altra persona. Ma non è così. I periodi finiscono, come cambiano le stagioni. Semplicemente. È una cosa su cui la volontà individuale non ha nessun potere. Viceversa, si ha la possibilità, fino a quando verrà quel giorno, di godere ogni momento.

Il tempo che niente può fermare non scorre solo per piangere sulle cose perdute ma anche per ottenere un'infinità di momenti bellissimi, uno dopo l'altro. Ah, questo è un piccolo premio, pensai.

Time expands and contracts. When it expands, it's like pitch: it folds people in its arms and holds them forever in its embrace. It doesn't let us go very easily. Sometimes you go back again to the place you've just come from, stop and close your eyes, and realize that not a second has passed, and time just leaves you there, stranded, in the darkness.

There was all the time in the world. In the endless repetition of other nights, other mornings, this moment, too, might become a dream.

This world of ours is piled high with farewells and goodbyes of so many different kinds, like the evening sky renewing itself again and again from one instant to the next-and I didn't want to forget a single one.

The tide, you see, is a fickle thing: stealing in, sliding away, always, always turning. She comes when you're not looking, a silent, liquid thief, only to rush away again, retreating from the shore like a coward. She gives sometimes too, though in fleeting, unexpected moments, yielding up her treasures and her dead--but never, ever her secrets.

At the end of our time on earth, if we have lived fully, we will not be able to say, "I was always happy". Hopefully we will be able to say, "I have experienced a lifetime of real moments, and many of them were happy moments."

It was too early in the day for this kind of discussion – but really, was it ever too early to discuss matters of the heart? What if the moment passed and never returned?

It's surprising how much of memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.

There is so little joy in any life, I will take this time with you until I must go." He smoothed a lock of hair from her face. "In our old age, we'll remember and be glad.

To Savor The Scene, A Book, or A Friend.

Fateful moments tend to evoke grandeur of speech, especially in French.

Hard science alone does not do justice to the cause of fully preserving the past. For that, you also need heart, a capacity for appreciating the drama and tragedy of a ship's dying moments.