Quotes About Moments

We are forever changed by the moments that we live but the moments we live cannot be changed.

Every stage of life must be well-lived.There are sacred moments to treasure in each stage.

Every moment counts.

When we realize every moment is sacred, we understand that every footstep is sacred, too.

Discomfort it temporary. A photo is forever.

Foever is composed of nows.

Some people get lifetimes, some get moments. I've got to tell myself it's what you do with what you get that counts.

There are no defining moments. There are only your moments to define.

In moments such as these, it's the minor seconds that count. Seconds that can make or break you. Seconds that can save your life.

Adventure lies not in the places we seek, but in the moments we create in the places we treasure.

Real life is the days we are going to live, not the days we lived.

For every moment of suffering, Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.

A time past is an essence gone

Someday your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.

And the uniqueness of every momentseeks the path from pain to a pearl.

Hold each moment you create on your sacred journey close to your heart, for that is the location where your memory will be deposited.

I kiss him and he kisses me and we laugh and we are close and I believe so deeply in that moment that I can tolerate his bullshit.

Indeed, the same millisecond of time can give birth to acts both poisonous and regenerative, both craven and noble, both trivial and momentous, as well as all gradations between.

Do we not give the Lord the greatest promises in the most dire moments?

Koester ieder moment in ons leven laat niets ontsnappen of verloren gaan om ons geluk te vinden, want dat zal onze schoonheid zijn.

We always want to share and cherish our moments from Happiness.

Time is Priceless, we only get it one Time, use it usefully for togetherness, profit and Happiness.

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—the little soon forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment, and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feelings.' Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Mrs. Miniver put the last sheet back on top of the others and clipped them all together again. No, she could not possibly throw them away: they contained too much of her life. Besides, however clear one's memories seemed to be, it did one no harm to polish them up from time to time. One is what one remembers: no more, no less.