#instant

Once you have children it's love without bounds. You would die for them in an instant, without question. How can you better that? ↗

— Carol Vorderman

#bounds #children #die #how #instant

And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human. ↗

— William Gibson

#blue eyes #certainty #directly #even #exceedingly

Of thousands of others, nearer the centre of the explosion, there was no trace. They vanished. The theory in Hiroshima is that the atomic heat was so great that they burned instantly to ashes - except that there were no ashes. ↗

— Wilfred Burchett

#atomic #burned #centre #except #explosion

I went to college and I never allowed myself to think for an instant that I would have this chance to do this. ↗

— Mary Chapin Carpenter

#chance #college #i #instant #myself

The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#history #instant #mankind #strides #taken

Instant gratification takes too long. ↗

— Carrie Fisher

#instant #instant gratification #long #takes #too

Dave and I had been song writers in Nashville, trying to get around, out hustling, trying to meet people. We randomly met Hillary out in town one night. She said she was a singer. I asked her if she would like to write some songs with Dave and me, and a week later she came over. Instantaneously we had this chemistry. ↗

— Charles Kelley

#asked #been #came #chemistry #dave

On the one hand, shopping is dependable: You can do it alone, if you lose your heart to something that is wrong for you, you can return it; it's instant gratification and yet something you buy may well last for years. ↗

— Judith Krantz

#buy #dependable #gratification #hand #heart

'House of Style' changed my life. I literally had no experience in front of a TV camera before, and there I was taking over for Rebecca Romijn. My exposure heightened instantly. ↗

— Molly Sims

#camera #changed #experience #exposure #front

Does it matter if they were from Kielce or Brno or Grodno or Brody or Lvov or Turin or Berlin? Or that the silverware or one linen tablecloth or the chipped enamel pot—the one with the red stripe, handed down by a mother to her daughter—were later used by a neighbour or someone they never knew? Or if one went first or last; or whether they were separated getting on the train or off the train; or whether they were taken from Athens or Amsterdam or Radom, from Paris or Bordeaux, Rome or Trieste, from Parczew or Bialystok or Salonika. Whether they were ripped from their dining-room tables or hospital beds or from the forest? Whether wedding rings were pried off their fingers or fillings from their mouths? None of that obsessed me; but—were they silent or did they speak? Were their eyes open or closed? I couldn't turn my anguish from the precise moment of death. I was focused on that historical split second: the tableau of the haunting trinity—perpetrator, victim, witness. But at what moment does wood become stone, peat become coal, limestone become marble? The gradual instant. ↗

— Anne Michaels

#instant #death