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Quotes About Moments

The smallest moments: they return, dwell, endure.
~ Colum McCann
If your life doesn't flash in front of your eyes, old boy, does that mean you've had no life at all?
~ Colum McCann
There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water--it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream. I was on the bottom bunk again, listening to his slumber verses. The flap of our childhood letter box opened. Opening the door to the spray of sea.
~ Colum McCann
There's a high that you get when you're writing code. It's cool. It's easy to do. You forget your mom, your dad, everything. You've got the whole country onboard. This is America. You hit the frontier. You can go anywhere. It's about being connected, access, gateways, like a whispering game where if you get one thing wrong you've got to go all the way back to the beginning.
~ Colum McCann
In terms of days and moments lived, you'll never again be as young as you are right now, so spend this day, the youth of your future, in a way that deflects regret. Invest in yourself. Have some fun. Do something important. Love somebody extra. In one sense, you're just a kid, but a kid with enough years on her to know that every day is priceless. (418)
~ Victoria Moran
The third aspect of the tragic triad concerns death. But it concerns life as well, for at any time each of the moments of which life consists is dying, and that moment will never recur. And yet is not this transitoriness a reminder that challenges us to make the best possible use of each moment of our lives?
~ Viktor Emil Frankl
Time is flying never to return.
~ Virgil
Optima dies...prima fugit (The best days are the first to flee)
~ Virgil
Time passes irrevocably.
~ Virgil
All our sweetest hours fly fastest.
~ Virgil
Optima dies...prima fugit
~ Virgil
Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore
~ Virgil
Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.
~ Virginia Woolf
These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom.
~ Virginia Woolf
what she loved: life, London, this moment of June.
~ Virginia Woolf
I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.
~ Virginia Woolf
The past only comes back when the present runs so smoothly that it is like the sliding surface of a deep river. Then one sees through the surface to the depths. In those moments I find one of my greatest satisfactions, not that I am thinking of the past; but that it is then that I am living most fully in the present. For the present when backed by the past is a thousand times deeper...
~ Virginia Woolf
But we-' she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, 'we see each other only now and then-' 'Like lights in a storm-' 'In the midst of a hurricane,' she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind.
~ Virginia Woolf
the white spaces that lie between hour and hour
~ Virginia Woolf
People are so soon gone; let us catch them.
~ Virginia Woolf
Partly for that reason, its secrecy, complete and inviolable, he had found life like an unknown garden, full of turns and corners, surprising, yes; really it took one's breath away, these moments; there coming to him by the pillar-box opposite the British Museum one of them, a moment, in which things came together; this ambulance; and life and death.
~ Virginia Woolf
Pois era extraordinário pensar que tinham sido capazes de continuar a viver todos esses anos enquanto ela não pensara neles senão uma vez durante todo aquele tempo.
~ Virginia Woolf
it was thus that she felt herself; and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures. When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless. And to everybody there was always this sense of unlimited resources, she supposed; one after another
~ Virginia Woolf
After that, how unbelievable death was! - that it must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all; how, every instant . . .
~ Virginia Woolf