Quotes About Moments

Life is a succession of crises and moments when we have to rediscover who we are and what we really want.

Most every day — if not every day — for the rest of your life, you will be reminded or think of this night. And I want to thank you in advance right now for the great memories it's going to be.

Life, we learn too late, is in the living, the tissue of every day and hour.

To birth, to death, and that wondrous thing in between. And to auld lang syne.

I'll say I love you, Which will lead, of course, to disappointment, but those words unsaid poison every next moment. I will try to disappoint you better than anyone else has.

And life's defining moments are usually played under the shadow of doubt.

Beer, well respected and rightly consumed, can be a gift of God. It is one of his mysteries, which it was his delight to conceal and the glory of kings to search out. And men enjoy it to mark their days and celebrate their moments and stand with their brothers in the face of what life brings.

We tend to remember the seasons of our lives by the soundtrack of that season

The only currency that we really have to spend during our lives is time. Everything else is just a sub-category.

Magic moments are the currency of life ... manage them well and you will be wealthy...

It's just nice to reflect sometimes and remember the things and people that are making a huge impact at any given moment.

Life is not lost by dying. Life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day...

Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.

Life is not lost by dying! Life is lost Minute by minute, day by dragging day, In all the thousand, small, uncaring ways, The smooth appeasing compromises of time.

Todo el mundo muere pero no todo el mundo vive".

No puedes vivir 75 veces el mismo año y luego llamarlo vida. ROBIN SHARMA, ESCRITOR

It is in these moments of tender and ridiculous nostalgia that I know something inside me is still broken.

But something occurred to me as I sped through that dirty shroud of fog, something Vonnegut has been trying to explain to the rest of us for most of his life. And that is this: Despair is a form of hope. It is an acknowledgment of the distance between ourselves and our appointed happiness. At certain moments, it is reason enough to live.

Time is a track that loops back on itself, where memories rattle like tin trains. How had I been spending my days, but in the whirl of memories?

This was one of those mid-thirties moments when you take a look at the stale, half-chewed bagel your life has become and kiss jealousy on its smokey mouth.

People don't understand the virtue of time, until their clock stops ticking.

Opportunity knocks at the strangest times, It's not the time that matters But how you answer the door.

A lot of those little things that I really like doing are just moments of cool articulation, just little moments of phrasing that probably go over everybody's head.

The funniest think about time is when it doesn't. In those moments when it loses itself, and becomes (as, perhaps, all things must) its opposite, it becomes a thing of even greater power than when it is in its old standard tear-down-the-mountains mood.