Quotes About Moments

Poetry steps in at those moments when ordinary words fail: poetry as ceremony, as closure to what cannot be closed.

I think it is in grief that we need some reminder of our humanity--and sometimes, someone to say it for us. Poetry steps in at those moments when ordinary words fail: poetry as ceremony, as closure to what cannot be closed.

Time can be a greedy thing-sometimes it steals the details for itself.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

When in the garden enjoy every moment, Every moment of every day. Spring passes into summer, summer into autumn, And the flowers of henna Shall wither away.

She would have to learn the lesson every day: that, sometimes, all that will define a person — instill within them dignity and purpose — all the human answers, are frozen in a few moments, a few days, and all the days to come are just a looking back.

Waiting required a future to wait for: a falsehood. I know now that there is only now. I remember things that happened months (or what is years?) ago: old -worn-out nows. The future happens, but it is always shaped from a series of nows.

Each one of us is the sum total of every moment that we've ever experienced with all the people we've ever known.

Which carries the greater value? The years or the weeks?

The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had, just enough time.

Discomfort it temporary. A photo is forever.

The past was with my countrymen every moment of their lives. History for then was that fabled second chance. They could rework the past and get it right this time around.

Escape the safety of the small by taking the risks to become part of something bigger. Your true self demands it. Listen for the timer on the oven to sound—that's when the memory curtain parts, flashing moments that really mattered.

By the time you get to be my age it's like you're having breakfast every fifteen minutes.

Time is a portion of ones life, so value everyone who gives you part of their life in form of time

Il y a des moments où le recours à la force peut être légitime pour poursuivre la paix.

I have tried very hard over the years to let you know how much I love you, & how I have treasured your place in my life. I choose no formal service because I know that death does not erase my memory in your life, & I suspect that you will not be gone from my lingering spirit either. ... Celebrate! I say! Life, death, living and this process of dying that parallels our lives every single moment.

Kindness is the stuff of moments, but it can be absolutely transformative in moments. Beautiful lives are transformative in moments. But we have to train ourselves to look for them.

I use to think that somewhere along the line, I'd find the key to that perfect life...and that once I had it, every day would be golden and easy and everything would fit. But life isn't like that. There are only perfect glowing moments...and then there are everyday moments that weave them together into a shimmering path that can always be seen, even in the dark.

I used to think that somewhere along the line, I'd find the key to that perfect life, the way Rachel seemed to, and that once I had it, every day would be golden and easy, and everything would fit. But life isn't like that. There are only perfect, glowing moments, like this one, and then there are the everyday moments that weave them together into a shimmering path that can always be seen, even in the dark.

There are only perfect, glowing moments, like this one, and then there are the everyday moments that weave them together into a shimmering path that can always be seen, even in the dark.

After all, how many days like this do you get in life? How often can you really be free, alive...weightless? That's the problem with perfect moments. They end.

There are only perfect, glowing moments, like this one, and then there are the everyday moments that weave them together into a shimmering path that can always be seen, even in the dark. "You

In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that she had lost. (Night Road, page 384)