Quotes About Moments

Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.

In the end, the bedrock of existence is not made up of the family, or work, or what others say or think of you, but of moments like this when you are exalted by a transcendent power that is more serene than love. Life dispenses them parsimoniously; our feeble hearts could not stand more.

Finalement, ce qui constitue l'ossature de l'existence, ce n'est ni la famille, ni la carrière, ni ce que d'autres diront ou penseront de vous, mais quelques instants de cette nature, soulevés par une lévitation plus sereine encore que celle de l'amour, et que la vie nous distribue avec une parcimonie à la mesure de notre faible cœur.

An inch of gold can't buy an inch of time

The good moments of the present are the good memories you will carry into the future.

Live in the moment. Moments make history.

Friends always see your words weird and useless at the free moment but helpful at the time of trouble.

There is no happiness that lasts overlong. There are only moments of intense pleasure that make all that comes between bearable.

Just because it won't last doesn't mean it isn't worth something.

A young person can't know her life, what it will be or how it will unfold. When you grow older, you gain a sense that hardships occupy particular moments in time, which by and by will pass. But when you're young, a single moment seems like the whole world. It feels permanent.

The details make life holy. If you want a little happiness in life don't forget to look at the little things. It is a poet's work to see the incidental, pluck it, place an appropriate silence around both sides and see the profound in what passes for a passing moment. It is an artist's job to as much discover art as create it. Prayer is a way of making the common profound by pausing, tying knots around a moment, turning our life into a string of pearls.

Because what if instead of a story told in consecutive order, life is a cacophony of moments we never leave? What if the most traumatic or the most beautiful experiences we have trap us in a kind of feedback loop, where at least some part of our minds remains obsessed, even as our bodies move on?

Because what if instead of a story told in consecutive order, life is a cacophony of moments we never leave?

Life is made of these moments - of one's physical being moving through time and space - and we string them together into a story, and that story becomes our life.

What if instead of a story told in consecutive order, life is a cacophony of moments we never leave. What if the most traumatic or the most beautiful experiences we have trap us in a kind of feedback loop, where at least some part of our minds remain obsessed, even as our bodies move on.

What if, instead of a story told in consecutive order, life is a cacophony of moments we never leave? What if the most traumatic or most beautiful experiences we have trap us in a kind of feedback loop, where at least some part of our minds remains obsessed even as our bodies move on?

Because what if instead of a story told in consecutive order, life is a cacophony of moments we never leave? What if the most traumatic or the most beautiful experiences we have trap us in a kind of feedback loop, where at least some part of our minds remains obsessed, even as our bodies move on? A

For the first time Saya understood how people can grow accustomed to war. Intensified by the stark contrast between life and death, fleeting moments of joy such as these could make one almost mad with happiness.

Because the Egyptians had no feeling that events of the moment were transitory, they viewed the present as eternal. The world was static; what seemed like change was only recurrence of the eternal order. Thus, Egyptian literature does not contain careful records of the deeds, or distinctive characteristics of the pharaohs. Rather they are portrayed as the divine ideal, always just, wise, bold, strong, and victorious.

Life is made up of small pleasures. Happiness is made up of those tiny successes. The big ones come too infrequently. And if you don't collect all these tiny successes, the big ones don't really mean anything.

We may not realize it, but every point during the passage of our lives is a point of no return -- except for what memory permits.

I had as yet no notion that life every now and then becomes literature—not for long, of course, but long enough to be what we best remember, and often enough so that what we eventually come to mean by life are those moments when life, instead of going sideways, backwards, forward, or nowhere at all, lines out straight, tense and inevitable, with a complication, climax, and, given some luck, a purgation, as if life had been made and not happened.

Time is a gift, given to you, given to give you the time you need, the time you need to have the time of your life.

We can't buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.