Quotes About Moments

some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

as long as there are human beings about there is never going to be any peace for any individual upon this earth (or anywhere else they might escape to). all you can do is maybe grab ten lucky minutes here or maybe an hour there. something is working toward you right now, and I mean you and nobody but you.

Days like this, like your day today. maybe the rain on the window trying to get through to you. What do you see today? what is it? where are you? the best days are sometimes the first, sometimes the middle and even sometimes the last

I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was full of promise.

I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn't happen.

it never happened but it seemed like there were times when rot stopped waited like a streetcar at a signal.

you feel that you've wasted your years and yourself it didn't work for me either but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

Ricorderò la tua piccola stanza, la sensazione di te, la luce nella finestra, i tuoi dischi, i tuoi libri, il nostro caffè al mattino, i nostri pomeriggi, le nostre notti, i nostri corpi attaccati, il piccolo flusso di energia, immediato e per sempre. Le tue gambe, le mie gambe, le tue braccia, le mie braccia, il tuo sorriso ed il tuo calore quando mi facevi ridere ancora.

They were beautiful nothings" ? Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

what bargains we have made we have kept and as the dogs of the hours close in nothing can be taken from us but our lives.

we each at times should remember the most elevated and lucky moment of our lives.

now, all there is to do is reset broken moments. when even to exist seems a victory

La vida podía ser buena en ocasiones, pero a veces eso dependía en parte de nosotros.

Na estrada, liguei o rádio e, por sorte, tocava Mozart. A vida pode ser boa em certos momentos, mas, ás vezes, isso depende de nós.

las sensaciones de bienestar surgen en los momentos más extraños...

Today is unique! It has never occurred before, and it will never be repeated. At midnight it will end, quietly, suddenly, totally. Forever. But the hours between now and then are opportunities with eternal possibilities.

My ideas are laughable. I am a pompous clown. I can, on occasion, become aware of this. There are moments of clarity that I find all the more humiliating because I can see myself as others likely do, but I cannot control any of it.

life seems to shorten itself, and all of a sudden

She needed water, but it would take a tsunami to avert the hangover that awaited. She needed Advil, but she feared the red pills that she popped like M&M's at moments like this were distant. They were in the medicine bag in her own hotel room. In her own hotel.

There are times when you want to turn up the volume on life and times when you want to turn it down and times when you just want to turn it off.

Of course there are moments for everyone, and certainly for me, where you do feel misunderstood. You feel like you can't really connect. You do feel like you're alone in something.