Quotes About Moments

But for us there are moments, O, how solemn, when destiny trembles in the balance and the preponderance of either scale is by our own choice.

Sitting with the woman of your dreams and forgetting what her name is.

You know we just don't recognize the most significant moments of our lives while they're happening. Back then I thought, well, there'll be other days. I didn't realize that that was the only day.

My music is definitely very personal. The songs are about moments, snapshots of everyday life, and about having one's say, or at least feeling like one has had one's say.

I've seen my share of bad goalkeeping, and I've had my moments. But I've seen some excellent goalkeeping as well.

I have a couple of really hard, weird laughs every day.

My whole life is a funny moment, man.

When doctors tell you that you have three weeks to live, you try to live a lifetime of moments in three weeks. But you say, 'To hell with three weeks.'

It's the little things that make me happy.

There can be some lonely and down moments on tour for sure.

While it's nice to appreciate the fashion world... what makes you happy are real relationships and the moments you share with loved ones.

Through these years, I have attempted to create magical moments between my characters because, be it television or films, life is about the moments we create while living through it.

I think my greatest moments in life are family moments, births and marriages.

In life, things do not always stay the same. There are certain alchemies that marry together at particular moments in particular places with particular people.

Every moment is great, we were taught, every moment s unique.

Heschel wrote of his childhood in Warsaw, there was one thing we did not have to look for and that was exaltation. Every moment is great, we were taught, every moment is unique.

The end of my nine o'clocks was another anchor in time gone.

remember pondering for a long time over a dish of scrambled egg. What did it mean? It could mean anything. I ate a few mouthfuls and pushed the plate away. In this long, undifferentiated lapse of time, there were a few incidents that stood out. I noted them at the time, separately from the story, and they are worth recalling here.

Then nobody spoke, and they breathed the minutes in and out till they made an hour.

We are rushing, always thinking of the future, of our destination, focusing on what is four hours, or four hundred miles, or four years ahead, and constantly missing what is right there, just then, at the moment.

Your memory rope may not contain a precise, photographic accounting of past events, because those moments become lost within seconds of anything that occurs. But still, your honest (if not accurate) memories will be attached to those knots, and those honest memories—along with reflection, examination, reconsideration—are precisely what the memoirist has to offer.

And I regret to say that there were moments when my deep and loving pity for her merged into a desire to kick her fairly hard. For she is a girl who cannot walk her troubles off, or work them off; she is a girl to sit around and glare.

Time seems to pass. The world happens, unrolling into moments, and you stop to glance at a spider pressed to its web. There is a quickness of light and a sense of things outlined precisely and streaks of running luster on the bay. You know more surely who you are on a strong bright day after a storm when the smallest falling leaf is stabbed with self-awareness. The wind makes a sound in the pines and the world comes into being, irreversibly, and the spider rides the wind-swayed web.

You knew her for years and I knew her for minutes. It comes to the same thing. These matters have to be assessed in the light of eternity.