Quotes About Moments

There are moments that explode and become stars from "Seeds for a psalm

Cherish each hour of this day for it can never return.

Therefore, each hour of this day will I cherish for it can never return.

Listen. Pay attention. Treasure every moment.

La vida está llena de tesoros deliciosos, si nos damos el momento para percibirlos. Yo los llamo los momentos "ahhh" y aprendí cómo crearlos para mí misma.

People don't know when they're happy, at least not while it's going on.

When, after hours of lovemaking, we quickly dressed and left the apartment, I sometimes thought that Füsun was also taking care not to get "carried away" by her feelings for me. A proper understanding of my story depends, I think, on a full appreciation of the pleasure we took from these sweet shared moments. I am certain that the fire at the heart of my tale is the desire to relive those moments of love, and my attachment to those pleasures.

Ninguém reconhece o momento mais feliz da sua vida no instante em que o vive.

fact no one recognizes the happiest moment of their lives as they are living it. It may well be that, in a moment

It is in our non-producing moments that negatives, such as fear, worry, anxiety, hatred, and jealously get in their destructive work.

Don't wait for extraordinary opportunities. Seize common occasions and make them great.

Everybody dies. What matters is what you do between now and when it happens to you.

The lives of all people flow through time, and, regardless of how brutal one moment may be, how filled with grief or pain or fear, time flows through all lives equally.

we'll go fishing." "So it won't be heaven for the fish." "It'll be hell for everybody. But with good moments." "Just like our lives right now

Theresa had always loved about teaching: a group of people thinking the same thoughts, conceiving the same universe, becoming, for just a few moments, one.

Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.

We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible.

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain.

It is always painful to part from people whom one has known for a brief space of time. The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity, But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable.

The only interesting thing is to live.

There are moments we return to. We are in theme. We rest there and there is nothing else.

Si hanno due vite. La seconda comincia il giorno in cui ci si rende conto che non se ne ha che una.

Reality never changes. Only our recollections of it do. Whenever a moment passes, we pass along with it into the realm of memory. And in that realm, geometries change. Contours shift, shades lighten, objectivities dissolve. Memory becomes what we need it to be.

How many seconds separate Jake or any of us from those burdens of fate? Three? Five? At some point in our lives, the cut may have been that fine. Who can say, and perhaps it is not worth pondering. But we do, don't we? We gnaw on that bone of possibility until our teeth are dull and our skulls throb. There are other life-lines than the one we landed on, and we can taste it.