Quotes About Moments

We tend to connect our memories of the important moments in our lives, the places where we lived, and the people we loved to objects. Seeing these things allows us to replay and refresh those memories.

The present moment is when everything in your life happens. It's the only real time you ever have. But we miss too many of these moments

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. - Roy Batty of Blade Runner

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain - Roy Batty of Blade Runner

Something, like nothing, happens anywhere.

Is that what eternity is for, to muck over a lifetime's minutiae? Who could have imagined that one would have forever to remember each moment of life down to its tiniest component?

How much of our lives is spent in reverie, in wishing for what cannot be, in regretting what might have been avoided. These obsessions steal from us the moments of the now.

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

Because the song is us and the song is her and this time I'm going to use her name. Norah, Norah, Norah - no rhymes really. Just truth. I shouldn't want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

There are all these moments you don't think you will survive. And then you survive.

Laughter rarely lasts longer than a few seconds, it's true. But how enjoyable those few seconds are.

People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.

blemish, n. The slight acne scars. The penny-sized, penny-shaped birthmark right above your knee. The dot below your shoulder that must have been from when you had chicken pox in third grade. The scratch on your neck- did I do that? This brief transcript of moments, written on the body, is so deeply satisfying to read.

Our moments are music, and sometimes – just sometimes – we can catch them and put them into some lasting form. If we didn't have music, I don't think we could ever be truly happy, and if we didn't have special moments, we would never find music.

I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.

Years into days. Days into hours. Hours into minutes. Minutes into moments. Moments into possibility.

The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.

There are so many minutes and hours and days we spend taking life for granted, not feeling it so much as going along with it. But then there are moments like this, when the aliveness of life is crystalline, palpable, undeniable. It is the ultimate buoy against drowning. It is the ever-saving grace.

It feels like we've stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.

We are the time. We are the breathing. We are the air.

I love the vagueness of words that involve time.

I only have a day to give—so why can't it be a good one? Why can't it be a shared one? Why can't I take the music of the moment and see how long it can last?