With each passing moment, a Soul sets off to find Itself.

I have the happiness of a passing moment, and what more can mortal ask?

To live fully is to let go and die with each passing moment, and to be reborn in each new one.

To snatch the passing moment and examine it for signs of eternity is the noblest of occupations.

We have to keep an eye on the future with a sense of the past in every passing moment of the present.

The passing moment is all we can be sure of; it is only common sense to extract its utmost value from it.

Since eternity means happiness for you, what does it matter if some of these passing moments are unpleasant?

I'm weird; I have a very strange emotional memory. I really somehow hold on to even passing moments with people.

A sketch book freezes time. It is an instantaneous form of meditation focusing us on the worth of every passing moment.

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

Goethe tells us in his greatest poem that Faust lost the liberty of his soul when he said to the passing moment, 'Stay, thou art so fair.

Florence Farr once said to me, If we could say to ourselves, with sincerity, 'this passing moment is as good as any I shall ever know,' we could die upon the instant and be united with God.

Nothing gives a sadder sense of decay than this loss or suspension of the power to deal with unaccustomed things, and to keep up with the swiftness of the passing moment. [Speaking of self-posed isolation in old age.]

As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed.

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.

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