I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.
Fighting Anderson Silva was a signature and career-defining moment that was stolen from me.
What a terrible thing, I thought, to let a moment go.
The memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment.
When I left Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty [...] I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again. (p. 262)
I actually didn't get to go to my prom. I left high school when I was 16 to join 'NSYNC. I felt that was something I always missed out on, and all my friends got to go and would tell me about it.
As soon as he hit it, I thought I had it. But I lost it when it went into the lights. I did my best.
Somewhere in the endless spinning of eternity that one, tiny, fraction of a second where our lips met is lost forever.
Time drinketh up the essence of every great and noble action which ought to be performed, and which is delayed in the execution.
Appears in early Hindu religious literature.
Poets talk about "spots of time", but it is really the fishermen who experience eternity compressed into a moment. No one can tell what a spot of time is until suddenly the whole world is a fish and the fish is gone.
Well, that day is gone, and it will not occur again.
I find myself every so often looking at my ground glass as though the unrecorded image might escape me!