Quotes About Moments

Keep people reading books, Mum; it helps to reinforce and strengthen the indefinable moments that anchor us in the here and now. Strive for the long now.

Time is not measured by the passing of yaers but by what one does, what one feels, and what one achieves.

How admirable the attitude of one who has made good use of the time granted him and who did not interfere by trying to be his own judge. Duration of human life belongs to those who mould each moment, sculpture it and do not trouble about the verdict.

You go to grab your moments and squeeze them dry. Enjoy them while you're having them. Then remember and enjoy them all over again in your memory. And try to have more good ones than bad ones —- or at least remember more of the good ones.

Am vrut ca toate clipele vieÈ›ii mele s? se succead? È™i s? se orânduiasc? asemeni celor dintr-o via?? de care-È›i aminteÈ™ti. E ca È™i cum ai vrea s? încerci a prinde timpul de coad?.

Možda ?e i biti ljepših vremena, ali ovo je naše.

The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?

If this is a sad story, don't tell it to me tonight.''It is not sad,' she said. 'Only some things happen and are there for always even though you forget why or when.

Well, there you are. It's not that these things happen or even that one survives them, but what makes life strange is that they are forgotten. Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies. This is what makes life so droll - the way you forget and every day is a new day, and there's hope for everybody, hooray...

Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passing of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy Sunday, a child crying himself to sleep. Capturing the moment, these small slices of life, these small gusts of happiness, move me more deeply than all the rest. A couple of lines or eight pages, a Middle Eastern stamp or a suburban postmark... I hoard all these letters like treasure.

The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.

Don't regret your life, child, it will pass soon enough.

Every moment you steal from the present is a moment you've lost forever. There is only now.

every moment you steal from the present is a moment you have lost for ever. There's only now.

The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark. When you look closely, the twenty-four hour day is framed into a moment; the still-life of the jerky amphetamine world. That woman-a pieta. Those men, rough angels with an unknown message. The children holding hands, spanning time. And in every still-life, there is a story, the story that tells you everything you need to know.

Time is a player. Time is part of today, not simply a measure of its passing.

Time is not constant and one minute is not the same length as another.

En de tijd die zo gestaag en zo zeker voorbijgaat slaat voorbij de klokken op hol. Het kost zo weinig tijd om een leven te veranderen en het kost een heel leven om die verandering te begrijpen.

time is what shields us from eternity.

The Photograph and the Journal

I live in the past. I take everything that has happened to me and arrange it. From a distance like that, it doesn't do any harm, you'd almost let yourself be caught in it. Our whole story is fairly beautiful. I give it a few prods and it makes a whole string of perfect moments. Then I close my eyes and try to imagine that I'm still living inside it.

I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.

And I too wanted to be. That is all I wanted; and this is the last word. At the bottom of all these attempts which seemed without bounds, I find the same desire again: to drive existence out of me, to rid the passing moments of their fat, to twist them, dry them, purify myself, harden myself, to give back at last the sharp, precise sound of a saxophone note. That could even make an apologue: there was a poor man who got in the wrong world.

Temporality is obviously an organised structure, and these three so-called elements of time: past, present, future, must not be envisaged as a collection of 'data' to be added together...but as the structured moments of an original synthesis. Otherwise we shall immediately meet with this paradox: the past is no longer, the future is not yet, as for the instantaneous present, everyone knows that it is not at all: it is the limit of infinite division, like the dimensionless point.