Quotes About Moments

In the end, people don't view their life as merely the average of all its moments--which, after all, is mostly nothing much plus some sleep. For hum beings, life is meaningful because it is a story. A story has a sense of a whole, and its arc is determined by the significant moments, the ones where something happens.

We do not want to endure long pain and short pleasure. Yet certain pleasures can make enduring suffering worthwhile. The peaks are important, and so is the ending.

People seemed to have two different selves—an experiencing self who endures every moment equally and a remembering self who gives almost all the weight of judgment afterward to two single points in time, the worst moment and the last one. The remembering

Knowing that time is short is important. Knowing to make the best use of it you can, that's important. Letting those around you know you love them. Because you never know when you'll have to say good-bye.

She found a deep sense of fitness in the fact that here, among people, they should be strangers; strangers and enemies. She thought, these people can think of many things he and I are to each other--except what we are. It made the moments she remembered greater, the moments not touched by the sight of others, by the words of others, not even by their knowledge.

Voglio sentire tutti in una volta i nodi con cui sono stato legato al mondo, ogni volta che la mia vita si è incrociata con un'altra. Crollare a terra sotto questo felice groviglio

What we wait around a lifetime for with one person, we can find in a moment with someone else.

The thing is, Ian, life is too short. Not only is it brief, but it's full of so many hard things that there's never a time to breathe or recover. So, when you get a moment like this, you have to drink it into your soul to sustain yourself when all that's around you is darkness. She sighed. I was so stressed down there that I forgot about slowing down and appreciating each moment that I have. This moment is a blessing, and I need to notice it.

I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.

It's strange the times people choose to be generous.

As I was walking up the stairs to dad's old room, and I was looking at the photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took the photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.

Maybe this are my glory days, and I'm not even realizing it...

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

Five minutes of a lifetime

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not even realizing it

I know this will all be stories someday and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening.

That was the amazing part. Things just keep going. We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.

It's strange the times people choose to be generous.

And I hope everyone's picture turn out great and never become old photographs and nobody gets in a car accident.

I was looking at the old photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took that photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.

I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.

Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent and we felt young in a good way.

Many of us ordinary folk have tasted these moments of union - on the ladder, in the pond, in the jungle, on the hospital bed. In the yogic view, it is in these moments that we know who we really are. We rest in our true nature and know beyond a doubt that everything is OK, and not just OK, but unutterably well. We know that there is nothing to accept and nothing to reject. Life just is as it is.

It was a Tuesday in February. Many my life's most awful moments have taken place on Tuesdays. And what is February if not the Tuesday of the year?