Quotes About Moments

Time is a trust, and for every minute of it you will have to account.

The world just goes along. Nothing much matters, you know? I mean really matters. but then sometimes, just for a second, you get this grace, this belief that it does matter, a whole lot.

Nada importa mucho, ¿no? Me refiero a importar de verdad. Sin embargo a veces de pronto, durante apenas un segundo, se te concede la gracia de creer que sí, que importa muchísimo. (Del cuento Perdidos)

His life had been full of days and his days had been full of life.

Those eyes, they've got a history with mine. They were the first things I saw when I came to, after being hit in the skull with a baseball thrown by Patrick at Little League. They were the fortification I needed at sixteen to ride the chairlift at Sugarloaf, although I am terrified of heights. For almost my whole life, they've told me I'm doing all right, during moments when it was not in my own power to answer.

The crisis might be what sticks in my mind, but the in-between moments are the ones I would not have missed for the world.

Daddy, you would say, look at my braids. Look at the worst bug bite ever. Look at my handstand, my eggroll dive, my finger painting. Look at my splinter, my spelling list, my somersault, the toad I found. Look at the present I made you, the grade I got, the acceptance letter. Look at the diploma, the ultrasound, your granddaughter. I couldn't possibly remember all the things you've asked me to look at. I just remember that you asked.

I know the first person I kissed won't be nearly as important as the last person I kiss.

Even if we have grown so far apart that we don't recognize each other when we pass, we have this life, this block of time, and what do you think about that?

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end—they'd reach forever. •

When you die, you don't get to catch snowflakes on your tongue. You don't get to breathe winter in, deep in your lungs. You can't lie in bed and watch for the lights of the passing town plow. You can't suck on an icicle until your forehead hurts.

My father, a closet astronomer, has tried to explain black holes to me, how they are so heavy they absorb everything, even light, right into their center. Moments like this are the same kind of vacuum; no matter what you cling to, you wind up being sucked in.

It's not the years in your life that count, but the life in your years.

What if it turns out that a life isn't defined by who you belong to or where you came from, by what you wished for or whom you lost, but instead by the moments you spend getting from each of these places to the next? p 418

What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? And so he stares for an hour or so at all her notes, at the poorly sketched drawings for an art movement that has now come to an end, and realizes how there are all these moments, moments just like this one, there are all these moments, and how everyone lives their lives in these short, all-too-short moments. There are all these moments and what's so interesting, what makes them beautiful, is the fact that none of them last.

Create wonderful memories of yourself with your friends.

We live our lives, made up of a great quantity of / isolated instants / So as to be lost at the heart of a multitude of things.

Qué tienen esos momentos intemporales que luego siempre se recuerdan con una dulce melancolía? A veces me parece que es en esos intervalos de vacío, sin que fuera consciente de ello, cuando he vivido de manera más real y auténtica.

And my life is changed forever. But then, at what moment, of all our moments, is life not utterly, utterly changed, until the final, most momentous change of all?

Hay momentos en que el pasado posee una fuerza tan poderosa que parece que podría aniquilarte

French essayist Michel Eyquem de Montaigne wrote, "The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them; a man may live long yet live very little." The truth is that you can spend your life any way you want, but you can spend it only once.

You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have really lived, are the moments when you have done things in a spirit of love.

create memories.