Quotes About Moments

And so I was left with a mantra, a sort of haiku version of our relationship: I don't regret one day I spent with him, nor did I leave a moment too soon.

The moments of our life are not expendable, And the [possible] circumstances of death are beyond imagination. If you do not achieve an undaunted confident security now, What point is there in your being alive, O living creature?

You better have fun. Because you're going to be gone in a minute.

A photograph tells the story of two lives simultaneously, the one in front of the camera as well as the one behind.

Tattoos are like stories -- they're symbolic of the important moments in your life.

Much of life consists of the dead time between events. Don't fill these interstitial moments with pornography and cat videos.

There's never the right last moment. Even if you get to say good-bye, even if you get to say "I love you", even if you jump off a plane and get a tattoo and hug everyone you've ever met right before you drift off with a smile, it is never the right last moment. There is always more to say, somewhere to go, something to remember. Another discussion, another fight. There is always supposed to be another day.

The courage to teach is the courage to keep one's heart open in those very moments when the heart is asked to hold more than it is able so that teacher and students and subjects can be woven into the community that learning, and living, require.

Dispomos de um excesso de tempo que nos acaba por faltar a partir do momento em que já passou.

These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.

Every Moment is a Teaching Moment

about one's life; memories are unreliable—they smudge, and fade, like disappearing footprints in the sand. We're too busy standing in the middle of it all to remember everything perfectly

January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.

I told her that saying goodbye didn't matter, not a bit. What mattered were all the days you were together before that, all the things you remembered.

A person is neither whole nor healthy without the memories of photo albums. They are the storybook of our lives. They provide a nostalgic escape from the tormented days of the present.

Friendships and relationships are a series of shared moments and connections, driven by conversation.

Our true friends are who we feel like will be there for us thick and thin. You don't get to that position just by standing next to each other silently, no matter how long you have stood. Friendships and relationships are a series of shared moments and connections, driven by conversation.

Trivial things light fuses in the memory.

I lay in one of those protracted moments of rapture which scatter this journey like asteriks. A little more, I felt, and I would have gone up like a rocket.

Sundays, especially in late afternoon, if you are alone, open a breach in time.

Hutte was always saying that, in the end, we are all "beach men" and that "the sand"--I am quoting his own words-- keeps the traces of our footsteps only a few moment

Par moments, le lien s'amenuise et risque de se rompre, d'autres soirs la ville d'hier m'apparaît en reflets furtifs derrière celle d'aujourd'hui.

T?i sao nh?ng ng??i mà ta không ng? có t?n t?i , nh?ng ng??i ta ch? g?p m?t l?n r?i thôi, l?i âm th?m ?óng vai trò r?t quan tr?ng trong cu?c ??i ta?

Des photos comme il en existe dans toutes les familles. Le temps de la photo, ils étaient protégés quelques secondes et ces secondes sont devenues une éternité.