“Los momentos importantes de tu vida habían quedado tan incorporados a ti que ya ni siquiera eras capaz de verlos.”

“You can change your life, one day at a time.”

“Time is a timely teacher.”

“My moments are mine………sorry.”

“Time never touched you. It touched me and then I seemed to regret everything. Your hair in my face, eyes in my mind, a darkness I found in you. But you don’t regret. You hold within. You feel in memory because love lost is still a love once had. You remember passion, conversations over dinner, moments interwoven before each other. We die to live, not die to cry over memories which don’t last our expected timeframe.”

“We’re meant for each other for a moment, but no one knows how long the moment lasts except the moment itself.”

“Time travel me back.Let me say good-bye again.A minute more, a moment,a chance to see. . .”

“Time moves fast for people who move with time. Time is nothing but moments, yesterday, today & tomorrow – all are filled with moments, some spent as we liked and some as the time demanded, We all live in moments so spend it well, remember each day a day goes by — better make it a day to remember.”

“There’s a reason we live in time. We are too small a flask […] to tolerate too much knowing. Instead, truth must drip through us as through a pipette, to allow only moments of apprehension. Moments diffuse and miniature enough to be survived.”

“Many times, a moment can turn your soul waves to welcoming, sunny shores.And in that moment, all you have to do is to let yourself in the arms of the Destiny, carried away of the endless time feeling, without more other searches…”

“We swim against―our own sweet moments― lappingthe hours in expanded pleasuresthat swagger away― our wilting sentience―pretending to be― existent―”

“They tell me that the present, the “specious present” of the psychologists, lasts from between several seconds and the smallest fraction of a second: such is the length of the history of the universe. Or better, there is no such thing as “the life of a man,” nor even “one night in his life.” Each moment we live exists, not the imaginary combination of these moments. The universe, the sum total of all events, is a collection no less ideal than the sum of all the horses of which Shakespeare dreamt—one, many, none?—between 1592 and 1594.”

“It is still this moment and that will be true of every moment that follows, assuming this moment ever ends, which, if I am lucky, it won’t.”

“Rare and precious moments, how I long to live with you eternally! If only your sweetness never ceased to touch my lips, and the flutters you evoke nevermore faded away. I dream of your arm extended immeasurably to keep hold of my reaching hand. But Father Time, being a cruel master, will not grant such a wish. And so I tuck you away as cherished memories, stored in a treasure box buried in my heart. And in times of solitude, I shall bring you out to view like rainbows.”

“Some days some times are remembered by me, in life’s all moments they are cherished by me”