Quotes About Moments

You never know, life is short but it's wide

life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

I don't know what you're going through life doing if you're not really trying to collect some really great memories.

Life is the space between our things.

Life's great moments evolve from simples acts of cooperation with God's mysterious promptings.

A good life happens when you stop and are grateful for the ordinary moments that so many of us just steamroll over to try to find those extraordinary moments.

What reading does, ultimately, is keep alive the dangerous and exhilarating idea that life is not a sequence of lived moments, but a destiny.

There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion. None of us knows how long we have, maybe another month, maybe another fifty years -I like living as if I only have two days

Nie pami?ta si? dni, pami?ta si? chwile.

most of the time it's the small things that count

Every moment is meaningful.

We do not Rember days, we remember moments.

I feel like I'm living for these moments.

Cesare Pavese, believer in the Great Manifesto, wrote, "We do not remember days, we remember moments.

There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion. None of us knows how long we have, maybe another month, maybe another fifteen days, maybe another fifty years- I like living as if I only have that two days.

Before he died, Cesare Pavese, believer in the Great Manifesto, wrote "We do not remember days, we remember moments

Die meisten Menschen vergessen, dass es häufig die kleinen Dinge sind, die zählen. Alle sind so damit beschäftigt, an Orten des Wartens zu warten.

Cesare Pavese, believer in the Great Manifesto, wrote, "We do not remember days, we remember moments.

Before he died, Cesare Pavese, believer in the Great Manifesto, wrote, "We do not remember days, we remember moments." I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't. I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.

All these words and stories. My mom calls them the color of a human life: those little moments that are so uniquely ours.

Maybe life is just a quiet affair, interspersed with moments of great happiness and grief. Maybe it is the quiet that needs to emerge again, to balance the current run of craziness.

die Zeit scheint ihr zur Verfügung zu stehen wie ein Haus, in dem sie mal dieses, mal jenes Zimmer betreten kann.

For me, it was almost like winter didn't count. Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers.

I have a feeling that when I'm Stormy's age, these everyday moments will be what I remember: Peter's head bent, biting into a chocolate chip cookie; the sun coming through the cafeteria window, bouncing off his brown hair; him looking at me.