Quotes About Moments

There are so many kinds of time. The time by which we measure our lives. Months and years. Or the big time, the time that raises mountains and makes stars. Or all the things that happen between one heartbeat and the next. Its hard to live in all those kinds of times. Easy to forget that you live in all of them.

Nothing is more infuriating than being paid no attention. In the process of seduction, you may have to pull back at times, subjecting your target to moments of doubt. But prolonged inattention will not only break the seductive spell, it can create hatred.

Daily Law: Think back on the moments when you felt deeply and personally connected to an activity. Think about the pleasure it brought you. In such activities are signs of your true purpose. Mastery, I: Discover Your Calling—The Life's Task

and even if we live for another eighty years, it is but a drop in the ocean of the vastness of time, and it passes always more quickly than we imagine.

Isn't an awareness of their transience what gives these moments their exquisite edge?

Small things were important. Seconds were small things, and if you heaped enough of those on top of one another, they became a man's life.

The Dark One was not a being. It was the darkness between. Between lights, between moments, between eyeblinks.

Small things were important. Seconds were small things, and if you heaped enough of those on top of one another, they became a man's

Destiny is not one push, she thought as she waited to cross a quiet street on that cold Paris evening years later, but a thousand small moments that through insight and hard work you line up in the right direction, like the magnet does the metal shavings.

We keep passing unseen through little moments of other people's lives.

There were moments when life at school became a matter of utter indifference to him. Then the putty of his everyday concerns dropped out and, with nothing more to bind them together, the hours of his life fell apart.

At times we seem to move in parallel rather than in combination, then at odd moments collide.

Personal truths are spoken at moments of peak emotion.

But pearls are for tears, the old legend says, Gilbert had objected. I'm not afraid of that. And tears can be happy as well as sad. My very happiest moments have been when I had tears in my eyes—when Marilla told me I might stay at Green Gables—when Matthew gave me the first pretty dress I ever had—when I heard that you were going to recover from the fever. So give me pearls for our troth ring, Gilbert, and I'll willingly accept the sorrow of life with its joy. -Anne

There are moments when we have real fun because, just for the moment, we don't think about things and then--we remember--and the remembering is worse than thinking of it all the time would have been.

That's one splendid thing about such affairs — it's so lovely to look back to them.

Oh, as Dean says, nobody is free - never, except just for a few brief moments now and then, when the flash comes, or when as on my haystack night, the soul slips over into eternity for a little space. All the rest of our years we are slaves to something - traditions - conventions - ambitions - relations.

Ye've only got to live one day at a time, darlint. One can always be living just one more day.

Beyond those ten minutes there did not seem, just then, to be anything worth being called Time.

If it be true that we count time by heart throbs Emily lived two years in it instead of two days.

Anne bir zamanlar Marilla'ya, Her ÅŸeye raÄŸmen en hoÅŸ ve tatl? günlerin çok muhteÅŸem, olaÄŸanüstü veya heyecan verici ÅŸeylerin olduÄŸu günler deÄŸil, bir ipte kayan inciler gibi usulca birbirini takip eden basit, küçük mutluluklar getiren günler olduÄŸuna inan?yorum, demiÅŸti.

Os pequenos prazeres da vida, doces e excelentes em seu momento, não deveriam ser a finalidade de toda a existência. Os mandamentos divinos deveriam ser buscados e seguidos; a vida celestial deveria começar aqui na Terra.

The cultivation of mindfulness is ultimately a matter of life and death, not in a scary way, but in the sense that we are always at risk, in every moment, for missing what is deepest and richest in our lives, the texture of the tapestry itself. We might say (every pun intended) that the richness lies right beneath our noses in any and every moment.

The act of breathing begins our life as we come out of the womb; in our last moment, when we cease breathing, our life is over. It only makes sense that the breath should also have a profound influence on all the moments in between.