Quotes About Moments

Los minutos eran crueles. Las horas mortificantes. Durante los momentos de desvelo, sobre él pendía inexorablemente la mano del tiempo, la cual no dudaba en estrujarlo. Le sonreía, lo retorcía y lo dejaba vivir. Qué gran maldad puede encubrir la prolongación de una vida.

a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.

sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are. Moments of weakness, of strength. Moments of rescue, of everything.

She enjoyed the small fragments of pain.

People observe the colors of a day at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quiet clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.

I've seen more eclipses than I care to remember

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment.

I vacation in increments. In colors.

Uyan?k geçirdiÄŸi zamanlarda saatler tepesinde dikiliyor, onu y?pratmakta kesinlikle tereddüt etmiyorlard?. Gülümseyerek can?n? ç?kar?yor ama sonra da yaÅŸamas?na izin veriyorlard?. Bir ÅŸeyin yaÅŸamas?na izin vermekte ancak bu kadar art niyet olabilirdi.

Ha dejado que la ame durante tres minutos. «¿Pueden tres minutos durar eternamente?», me pregunto pese a conocer la respuesta. «Probablemente no —contesto—. Pero tal vez duren lo suficiente.»

HERE IS A SMALL FACT You are going to die. The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses.

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.

People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends

It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

A SMALL THEORY People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses.

Oamenii observ? culorile unei zile numai la sfârÅŸit ÅŸi la început, dar pentru mine este destul de clar c? ea combin? o multitudine de nuanÅ£e ÅŸi tonuri, cu fiecare moment care trece. O singur? or? poate consta în mii de culori diferite.

At first, I'd wanted to write Merry Christmas on the box somewhere, but I decide against it. This isn't about words. It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.

This isn't about words. It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

A SMALL THEORY People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.

Sì in questo mondo ho visto accadere tantissime cose. Ho assistito ai peggiori cataclismi e lavorato per gli uomini più scellerati. Ma ci sono stati anche altri momenti. Ci sono storie (una manciata, come ho già detto) alle quali consento di distrarmi dalla fatica, come faccio con i colori. Le raccolgo nei luoghi più disparati e improbabili, e mi assicuro di non dimenticarmene mai, mentre lavoro. La Ladra di Libri è una di queste storie.

You rob time, Fernando. How arrogant you are, taking an evening like this one as though it were some sour cherry, spitting half its flesh into the dirt. Every time you pitch yourself back into the past, you lose time. Have you so much of it to spare, my love?

The job of art is not to store moments of experience but to explore environments that are otherwise invisible. Art is not a retrieval system of precious moments of past cultures. Art has a live, ongoing function. McLuhan CD-ROM