Quotes About Moments

The twentieth century has built up a powerful set of intellectual shortcuts and devices that help us defend ourselves against moments when clouds suddenly appear to think.

Every relationship has at least one really good day. What I mean is, no matter how sour things go, there's always that day. That day is always in your possession. That's the day you remember. You get old and you think: well, at least I had that day. It happened once. You think all the variables might just line up again. But they don't. Not always. I once talked to a woman who said, "Yeah, that's the day we had an angel around.

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and 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.

Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time which every day produces, and which most men throw away.

Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time, which every day produces, and which most men throw away, but which nevertheless will make at the end of it no small deduction for the life of man.

My ideal life is a quiet one. I like to read, to sit still in the same chair, with the lampshade at a certain angle, alone, or with Meagan nearby, and now and then, if I'm lucky, I'll come across a lovely phrase or fine sentiment, look up from my book, and feel the harmony of some notion, the justice of it, and know that everything is there. That's life to me, those privately discovered moments. I wouldn't settle for less, yet I don't expect a whole lot more, either.

History does not teach fatalism. There are moments when the will of a handful of free men breaks through determinism and opens up new roads. People get the history they deserve.

Life is short, even in letter. (Vie, c'est court, Même en lettre)

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone.

And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death.

Trifles make the sum of life.

Így van ez egész életünk során: legsötétebb perceinkben olyan emberek gusztusa szerint cselekszünk, akik megvetésünk tárgyai egyébként.

Vogliamo ora congedarci dal nostro vecchio amico in uno di quei rari momenti di felicità perfetta, dei quali, a ben saperli cercare, qualcuno di trova sempre che valga ad allineare la nostra transitoria esistenza terrena. Esistono sulla terra le ombre nere, ma per contrasto le zone luminose appaiono ancora più chiare.

because, sir, the way I look at it is, that we are all drawing on to the bottom of the hill, whatever age we are, on account of time never standing still for a single moment. So let us always do a kindness, and be over-rejoiced. To be sure!

What an idle time! What an insubstantial, happy, foolish time! Of all the times of mine that Time has in his grip, there is none that in one retrospect I can smile at half so much, and think of half so tenderly.

There are very few moments in a man's existence, when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat.

Consider a favorite story—even a story from your own life. On a piece of paper, express this story in three ways. First, draw a straight line from left to right, with hash marks to indicate moments in time. Create a simple chronology: "just one thing after another." Then create a series of circles, showing recurring patterns in the story. Then create a series of triangles, showing trios of characters or ideas at different stages of the story.

Every person has potential and only God knows fully what that is. In the end, He rewards you on the basis of three criteria: how much truth you know, what opportunities He gives you to express it, and what your response is in those moments. Therefore, don't compare yourself to others. Rather, obey Him faithfully in whatever He gives you to do, and He will do the rest.

A lover counts time in kisses, not years.

...but I assure you that there are moments when Art almost attains to the dignity of manual labor.

Forever – is composed of Nows – 'Tis not a different time... Let Months dissolve in further Months – And Years – exhale in Years...

Memory is more than a dustbin of time, stuffed with yesterday's trash. Rather, memory is a glorious grab bag of the past from which one can at leisure pluck bittersweet experiences of times gone by and relive them.

Photographs are wordless history.

You don't need a camera all the time — the soul, heart, eyes, spirit, and all your other senses capture moments beautifully too.