Quotes About Moments

For some, time passes slowly. An hour can seem like an eternity. For others, there was never enough. For Jesse Tuck, it didn't exist.

I was the official wedding photographer at one of my best friends' weddings. Fortunately she was one of the most easygoing brides ever, so she made it easy for me.

poems are small moments of enlightenment

You live and then you die, I thought. It's good to have some good times.

What crannies of untouched perception can you explore? What autumn was it that the moon entered your life? When was it that you picked blueberries at their quintessential moment? How long did you wait for your first true bike? Who are your angels? What are you thinking of? Not thinking of? What are you looking at? Not looking at?

We have lived! Our moments are important. This is what it is to be a writer: to be the carrier of details that make up history.

What crannies of untouched perception can you explore? What autumn was it that moon entered your life? When was it that you picked blueberries at their quintessential moment? How long did you wait for your first true bike? Who were your angels? What are you thinking of? Not thinking of? Writing can give you confidence, can train you to wake up.

Every moment is enormous and it is all we have.

Look in his eyes. He has died a thousand times these last moments...You defeated him utterly the moment you saw fear in his eyes. All else is redundancy.

We men of study, whose heads are in our books, have need to be straightly looked after! We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.

There are certain mortal moments and minutes that matter. Certain hingepoints in the history of each human. Some seconds are so decisive they shrink the soul, while others are spent, so as to stretch the soul.

In some precious and personal moments there are brief, sudden surges of recognition of an immortal insight, a doctrinal deja vu. These flashes from the mirror of memory can remind us and inspire us, especially in the midst of life's taxing telestial traffic jams, which can otherwise cause us to grow weary and faint in our minds.

Though events set up the defining moments which can evoke profiles in righteousness, outward commotions cannot excuse any failure of inward resolve, even if some seem to unravel so easily.

You don't get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.

Nobody who's lived an anyway decent amount of life remembers everything.

It was a condensed explanation, but I came to understand him to mean you could stop at, not all, but most of the moments of your life, stop for one heartbeat and, no matter what the state of your head or heart, say This is happiness, because of the simple truth that you were alive to say it.

After dinner, I become afraid despite myself. I know I should be joyous, for this reunion is the proof that love can still be outs, but I know the bell has tolled this evening. The sun has long since set and the thief is about to come, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. So I stare at her and wait and live a lifetime in these last remaining moments.

Our lives can't be measured by our final years, of this I am sure.

There are too many poems about death. Death, churchyards, wormy cadavers. Death is really a small part of life, and it's not the part that you want to concentrate on, because life is life and it's full of untold particulars.

There are moments in life- and I would have to admit that I don´t have them as often as I would like - when everything just comes together, and when, even being single, I feel happy, relaxed and confident. Some days, like today, I feel, as the French would say, so comfortable in my skin, that I could almost cry with the joy of being alive

the present is all that you ever have in life, and that these moments of magic are too precious to be ignored because you're too busy thinking about the next thing.

don't we all have moments of madness?

I'm not geeky but I have my geeky, corky moments, and then I've got some aspects of cool in me, I guess.

Hâtons-nous; le temps fuit et nous traîne avec soi: Le moment où je parle est déjà loin de moi.