#moments

Art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass. ↗

— Walter Pater

#comes #frankly #give #highest #highest quality

It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped. ↗

— Tony Robbins

#destiny #moments #shaped #your

I think what makes compelling fiction or cinema is when you're basically taking the most intense moments of experience and you're creating a song or a narrative out of it. ↗

— David O. Russell

#cinema #compelling #creating #experience #fiction

We had our unhappy moments but they got channelled into the kind of sadness that was necessary for singing a song about going nowhere. So it worked out very well I think. ↗

— Tina Weymouth

#going #got #had #i #i think

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ↗

— Thornton Wilder

#conscious #hearts #moments #only #our

It is especially important to encourage unorthodox thinking when the situation is critical: At such moments every new word and fresh thought is more precious than gold. Indeed, people must not be deprived of the right to think their own thoughts. ↗

— Boris Yeltsin

#deprived #encourage #especially #every #fresh

...and realizes how there are all these moments, moments like just this one, there are all these moments, and how everyone lives their lives in these short, all-too-short moments. There are all these moments and what's so interesting, what makes them beautiful, is the fact that none of them last. ↗

— Joe Meno

#moments #relationships #beauty

Rush-hour on the A rain. A blind man staggers forth, his cane tapping lightly own the aisle. He leans against the door, raises a violin to chin, and says I’m sorry to bother you, folks. But please. Just listen. And it kills me, the word sorry. As if something like music should be forgiven. He nuzzles into the wood like a lover, inhales, and at the first slow stroke, the crescendo seeps through our skin like warm water, we who have nothing but destinations, who dream of light but descend into the mouths of tunnels, searching. Beads of sweat fall from his brow, making dark roses on the instrument. His head swooning to each chord exhaled through the hollow torso. The woman beside me has put down her book, closed her eyes, the baby has stopped crying, the cop has sat down, and I know this train is too fast for dreaming, that these iron jaws will always open to swallow a smile already lost. How insufficient the memory, to fail before death. how will hear these notes when the train slides into the yard, the lights turned out, and the song lingers with breaths rising from empty seats? I know I am too human to praise what is fading. But for now, I just want to listen as the train fills completely with warm water, and we are all swimming slowly toward the man with Mozart flowing from his hands. I want nothing but to put my fingers inside his mouth, let that prayer hum through my veins. I want crawl into the hole in his violin. I want to sleep there until my flesh becomes music. ↗

— Ocean Vuong

#life-moments #music #peace-of-mind #violin #death

Women need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves we give away. ↗

— Barbara de Angelis

#away #balance #give #how #moments

Bush the father did well in placing his sons as governors and did not forget to pass on the expertise in fraud from the leaders of the region to Florida to use it in critical moments. ↗

— Osama bin Laden

#critical #did #expertise #father #florida