Small Moments Quotes

“Look back on your life and find something small that made a big difference.”
― Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

“There are millions of incredible moments in a day. Even if you lose 1000's, there are 100's of them still left. Make them yours.”
― Hiral Nagda

“Sometimes she sat against the wall, longing for the warm finger of paint to wander just once more down the side of her nose, or to watch the sandpaper texture of her papa’s hands.
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread out on top of it.
It was the best time of her life.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“It's clear that the largest things are contained in the smallest. There can be no doubt about it. At this very moment, as I write, there's a planetary configuration on this table, the entire Cosmos, if you like: a thermometer, a coin, an aluminium spoon and a porcelain cup. A key, a mobile phone, a piece of paper and a pen. And one of my grey hairs, whose atoms preserve the memory of the origins of life, of the cosmic Catastrophe that gave the world its beginning.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

“My grip loosened on the wheel. Or was it, the world?

It was such a small, passing moment. Which is where many of our monumental shifts happen. It is not the grand stage, but the quiet kitchen, the silent dining room, the bedrooms, the drives home, where gayness, my gayness, reveals itself.

Drag shows are spectacles. Television shows provide a comforting illusion that life progresses. That we no longer need to live in fear. But we do. We do live in fear.”
― Taylor Brorby, Boys and Oil: Growing Up Gay in a Fractured Land

“people are entitled to some small moment of peace.”
― Paul Lynch, Prophet Song

“Some hours are long and some days are short. Find time to cherish the small moments.”
― Juliette Rose Kerr, To Fill a Jar With Water

“Such simple things took on such significance.”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Borne

“No chocolate or ginger cake, Victoria sponge or coffee and walnut cake tastes quite as good as that smudge of raw cake mixture stolen from the bowl. The beaten butter and sugar, eggs and flour have a special temptation all of their own. Cool and whipped till cloud-like, it has a hint of soft-serve vanilla ice cream about it. You can't eat much, of course, not even a full spoonful, only the merest fingertip's worth, a dab, a swoosh. But that is the point. Perhaps it is what makes raw cake mixture irresistible, the fact that it must be taken in precious amounts. Anyone who has dipped into excess knows how your treat soon cloys. We indulge at our peril.
I say 'licking the bowl,' but our delight need not be confined to that. Wiping the extra uncooked cake mixture from the spoon or beater with your index finger is just as good. Seasoned with the false premise of waste not, want not, the raw mixture also carries with it the frisson of the illegal. In cookery classes at school in the late 1960s we were allowed to lick the black-treacle spoon but not the one we used for golden syrup, and certainly not one smeared with the vanilla-scented delights of raw cake mixture, so we (by which I mean me and all the girls in the class) developed a way of sneaking some with the deftness of a bunch of serial shoplifters.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts