Quotes About Moments

Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary. There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.

Contentment and Happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary.

Gideon was a force of nature, his magnetic self-possession so powerful it put everyone around him in his shadow. I saw flashes of it every day and was awed by it, but not nearly as much as I was by the charming, wryly amusing lover I had entirely to myself in our private moments together.

But I couldn't justify that one moment against all the other moments when he made me feel like crap.

And so I rehabilitate myself - staying up late this Friday night in spite of vowing to go to bed early, because it is more important to capture moments like this, keen shifts in mood, sudden veering of direction - than to lose it in slumber.

Laughing Lazarus. And I forget the moments of radiance. I must get them down in print. Make them up in print. Be honest.

This second is life. And when it is gone, it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead.

And to wait, taut, smiling, till evening, and the time after eight o'clock, again, to the time you go to bed, which is yours, which is brief and private.

Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.

And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? -

time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.

Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place...

Time present and time past / are both perhaps present in time future.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?

Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance, Admire the moments Discuss the late events, Correct our watches by the public clocks. Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks.

for history is a pattern Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel History is now and England.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past, If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.

In a minute there is time  For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. —George Eliot

Life isn't about the years you lived. It is about how you lived.

and even if someone told us we'd forget

We have not long to love. Light does not stay. The tender things are those we fold away. Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear. In silence I have watched you comb your hair. Intimate the silence, dim and warm. I could but did not, reach to touch your arm. I could, but do not, break that which is still. (Almost the faintest whisper would be shrill.) So moments pass as though they wished to stay. We have not long to love. A night. A day....