Life is made of so many moments that mean nothing. Then one day, a single moment comes along to define every second that comes after. Such moments are tests of courage, of strength.
There are moments that you’ll remember for the rest of your life and there are moments that you think you’ll remember for the rest of your life, and it’s not often they turn out to be the same moment.
There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.
The moments of reunion and of parting are the two greatest of life.[Le moment où l’on se retrouve, et celui où l’on se sépare, sont les deux plus grandes époques de la vie.]
That’s the curse of the reading class. We can be seduced by a good story even at the least opportune moments.
past moments old dreams back again or fresh like those that pass or things things always and memories I say them as I hear them murmur them in the mud[instants passés vieux songes qui reviennent ou frais comme ceux qui passent ou chose chose toujours et souvenirs je les dis comme je les entends les murmure dans la boue]
In all your life, only a few moments matter. Mostly you never get a good look at them except in hindsight, long after they’ve zipped past you: the moment when you decided whether to talk to that girl, slow down on that blind bend, stop and find that condom. I was lucky, I guess you could call it. I got to see one of mine face-to-face, and recognize it for what it was.