We do not know the tru calue of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

There is no "one and only," there are just "one and only" moments.

Take time to look around and really see what is going on in front of you right now. Do this and you will realize that this moment is all there is, more importantly, this moment is all that you have to make a difference in life.

Oh, I've had my moments and if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments. One after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day.

It would be hard to say what my life would be like unattached to this particular experience.

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.

My mind then wandered. I thought of this: I thought how every day each of us experiences a few moments that have just a bit more resonance than other moments - we hear a word that sticks in our mind - or maybe we have a small experience that pulls us out of ourselves, if only briefly - we share a hotel elevator with a bride in her veils, say, or a stranger gives us a piece of bread to feed to the mallard ducks in the lagoon; a small child starts a conversation with us in a Dairy Queen - or we have an episode like the one that I had with the M & M cars back at the husky station.
And if we were to collect these small moments in a notebook and save them over a period of months we would see certain trends emerge that have been trying to speak through us. We would realize that we have been having another life altogether, one we didn't even know was going on inside us. And maybe this other life is more important than the one we think of as being real - this clumsy day-to-day world of furniture and noise and metal. So just maybe it is these small silent moments which are the true story-making events of our lives.

I remember the time, the moment, when my life changed forever.

Regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow are the twin thieves that rob us of the moment.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

Between experiencing and having experienced - the moment when the experience yields its last secrets. A moment we only discover is already past when cracks and stains appear, the gilding flakes off, and we wonder what it was that once so attracted us.

Although there is a great deal in my life today that allows me to feel good about myself, there are dark moments that intrude from time to time and don't allow me the right to know my own worth.

Any life, no matter how long and complex it may be, is made up of a single moment - the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is.

At the moment you don't think much of it, you know, we just don't recognize the most significant moment of our lives. Back then I thought, "There'll be other days. . . " I didn't realize that was the only day.

A moment's insight is sometimes worth a life's experience.