Quotes About Moments

For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life

As you go through life, there are thousands of little forks in the road, and there are a few really big forks-those moments of reckoning, moments of truth.

The truth is, of course, that what one regards as interruptions are precisely one's life.

Life is just a short period of time in which you are alive.

TIME and truth are friends, though there are many moments hostile to truth.

I want pictures like these. The kind that can capture a moment, make it real, make it last. I need pictures that do more than reflect. I need pictures that are truth.

Lacking the truth, [we] will however finds instants of truth, and these instants are in fact all we have available to us to give some order to this chaos of horror.

I just live in the truth and think that every moment counts.

In truth, how much time do any of us really have?

Love, happiness, peace - these are not final destinations. They are in every moment, every breath, everything.

You May Understand The Value of Time Well During Pressure. It's Totally A Relative Matter....

The only candid thing in life is time, nothing else flows seamlessly

sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

Though time seems to expand or contract between idle and frantic moments, it passes the same in both: second by second. You can neither lose it or create it. Use it wisely.

Beat Happening know that the deep moments in our lives don't extract profundities from us; rather, it is clichés that are the endless, involuntary spew of the lover's discourse.

Every day is like a kid's drawing, offered to you with a strange mix of ceremoniousness and offhand disregard, yours for the keeping. Some of the days are rich and complicated, others inscrutable, others little more than a stray gray mark on a ragged page. Some you manage to hang on to, though your reasons for doing so are often hard to fathom. But most of them you just ball up and throw away.

When it works, what you get is not a collection of references, quotes, allusions, and cribs but a whole, seamless thing, both familiar and new: a record of the consciousness that was busy falling in love with those moments in the first place.

Little pieces of grace were everywhere if you looked.

Neither spoke, neither made a sound except for the deep exhalation of breath. First he felt her hips shudder, and soon after he desperately reached up and pulled her down into an embrace as his own body created that one moment that takes all other moments away—all fear, all sadness—and leaves just joy. Just hope. Sometimes love.

Did an angel whisper in your ear hold you close and take away all your fear in those long, last moments

There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined.

I wanted to be a writer, that's all. I wanted to write about it all. Everything that happens in a moment. The way the flowers looked when you carried them in your arms. This towel, how it smells, how it feels, this thread. All our feelings, yours and mine. The history of it, who we once were. Everything in the world. Everything all mixed up, like it's all mixed up now.

Per un momento sono semplicemente e completamente felici. Ci sono, proprio adesso, e sono riuscite, in qualche modo, nel corso di diciotto anni, a continuare ad amarsi. È abbastanza. In questo momento è abbastanza.

It's remarkable, being alive. Being, once again, someone walking through a dust of blowing snow, passing the window of the liquor store, which offers an array of bottles surrounded by tiny blinking lights,; seeing her own reflection skim across the glass; being, once again, able to recieve the ordinary pleasures, boots on the pavement, hands in the pockets of her jacket...