The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract. 306
A sonnet is a moment's monument, Memorial from the Soul's eternity To one dead deathless hour.Dante Gabriel Rossetti
A moment's insight is sometimes worth a life's experience.Oliver Wendell Holmes
We are the earth his word must sow like wheatAnd, if it finds no earth, it cannot grow.We are his earth, the mortal and the dying,Led by no star — the sullen and the slut,The thief, the selfish man, the barren woman,Who have betrayed him once and will betray him,Forget his words, be great a moment's spaceUnder the strokes of chance,And then sink back into our small affairs.And yet, unless we go, his message fails.stephen vincent benét
You have a wonderful child. Then, when he's thirteen, gremlins carry him away and leave in his place a stranger who gives you not a moment's peace. You have to hang in there, because two or three years later, the gremlins will return your child and he will be wonderful again.
To ask may be but a moment's shame, not to ask and remain ignorant is a lifelong shame.jigoro kano
She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.william wordsworth
I never heard my father's or mother's voice once raised in any question with each other; nor saw any angry or even slightly hurt or offended glance in the eyes of either. I never heard a servant scolded, nor even suddenly, passionately, or in any severe manner, blamed; and I never saw a moment's trouble or disorder in any household matter.
She sits tormenting every guest, Nor gives her tongue one moment's rest, In phrases batter'd, stale, and trite, Which modern ladies call polite.jonathan swift
Then sought out Envy in her dark abode, Defil'd with ropy gore and clots of blood: Shut from the winds, and from the wholesome skies, In a deep vale the gloomy dungeon lies, Dismal and cold, where not a beam of light Invades the winter, or disturbs the night. ... She never smiles but when the wretched weep, Nor lulls her malice with a moment's sleep, Restless in spite: while watchful to destroy, She pines and sickens at another's joy; Foe to her self, distressing and distrest, She bears her own tormentor in her breast.ovid
A moment's insight is sometimes worth a life's experience.thomas fuller