James Vincent McMorrow Quotes

What seems to us serious, significant and important will, in future times, be forgotten or won't seem important at all.

We don't really have a place in the universe, as far as on a timeline. But nothing else does, either. Therefore every moment really is the most important moment that's ever happened, including this moment right now.

Things are only as important as you make them out to be.

Believe me, nothing is trivial.

The mountains of today are the molehills of tomorrow.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

Do old people always live in the past? What yesterday was firm and true, may not be so today.

As one gets older, one discovers everything is going to be exactly the same with different hats on.

The world is what you believe it to be, and it changes as you change.

Very few things in life matter.

Sometimes now was enough. Sometimes it was everything.

As I am becoming older, the only thing that speeds up is time.

A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.

What is amusing now had to be taken in desperate earnest once.

But all years are stupid. It's only when they're over that they become interesting.

Today is the most important day of our lives.

Just because something might not have a deep philosophical meaning doesn't mean it's not important or relevant.

It's the frames which make some things important and some things forgotten. It's all only frames from which the content rises.

I believe that no concern of ours is too small or insignificant.

There was a wall. It did not look important. It was built of uncut rocks roughly mortared. An adult could look right over it, and even a child could climb it. Where it crossed the roadway, instead of having a gate it degenerated into mere geometry, a line, an idea of boundary. But the idea was real. It was important. For seven generations there had been nothing in the world more important than that wall. Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.

Time is a wonderful storyteller.

Something of great importance now past is inferior to something of little importance now present, in that the latter is a reality, and related to the former as something to nothing.

Nothing, says Longinus, can be great, the contempt of which is great.

Time and reflection change the sight little by little 'till we come to understand.

What seems tragic now won't even be an issue in a few years time.