Quotes About Moments

Oh, to love what is lovely and will not last! What a task to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is ours, and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.

Such richness flowing through the branches of summer and into the body, carried inward on the five rivers! Disorder and astonishment rattle your thoughts and your heart cries for rest but don't succumb, there's nothing so sensible as sensual inundation. Joy is a taste before it's anything else, and the body can lounge for hours devouring the important moments. Listen, the only way to tempt happiness into your mind is by taking it into the body first, like small wild plums.

There are moments that cry out to be fulfilled.

We look back to times past, and we mass them together, and say in such a year such and such events took place, such wars occupied that year, and during the next there was peace. Yet each year was then divided into weeks, days, minute, and slow-moving seconds, during which there were human minds to note and distinguish them, as now.

Say, sis... Time is flowing slowly, but it's flowing.

And each day brings it's pretty dust, Our soon-choked souls to fll And we forget because we must, And not because we will.

Significant thins shouldn't begin or end at Applebee's.

Significant things shouldn't begin or end at Applebee's.

Significant things shouldn't begin or end at Applebee's.

Significant things shouldn't begin or end at Applebee's. You

Who had just witnessed me go through an entire rainbow of emotions and experiences.

The hours ahead, like all her nights with him, would be added, she thought, to that savings account of one's life where moments of time are stored in the pride of having been lived.

The hours ahead, like all her nights with him, would be added, she thought, to that savings account of one's life where moments of time are stored in the pride of having been lived.

need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we won't really exist if you don't. Against the tyranny of time and politics, imagine us the way we sometimes didn't dare to imagine ourselves: in our most private and secret moments, in the most extraordinarily ordinary instances of life, listening to music, falling in love, walking down the shady streets or reading Lolita in Tehran.

There are moments in an election battle, as in life, when all the possible pathways save one are suddenly closed; when what felt like a wide distribution of probable outcomes narrows to the inevitable.

At the end of your life you will never regret not having passed one more test, not winning one more verdict, or not closing one more deal. You will regret time not spent with a husband, a friend, a child or a parent.

AT the end of your life you will never regret not having passed one more test, not wining one more verdict, or not closing one more deal. You will regret time not spent with a husband, a friend, a child or a parent.

Women need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves we give away.

Sometimes a good day lasts all about 10 seconds.

The clock gulps softly, eating second whole while she waits...

We felt tired to our bones but anointed by life in a durable, companionable way, for at least the present moment. We the living take every step in tandem with death, naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven, whether we can see that or not. We bear it by the grace of friendship, good mels, and if we need them, talking turkey heads.

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

I was occupied so entirely by each day, I felt detached from anything so large as a month or a year.

I should have known better. But we all have stupid moments—rationalizations, even blindness, born of weakness and human need.