Quotes About Ticking

Sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all, the quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks.

hndoera kindyour life is a ticking of a clock when that clock stops ur life stops

You are so... 11:59

The poets get a quizzical ahem. They reflect time, I am the very ticking.

And now the tiresome chirping of a cricket that no human ingenuity could locate, began. Next the ghastly ticking of a death-watch in the wall at the bed's head made Tom shudder - it meant that somebody's days were numbered.

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.

But the colonel said and did nothing as the seconds splintered off the clock and fell like debris on the floor.

measuring duration of time.

she would abuse me, then the very next day hug me or tell me how I was her baby and she loved me blah, blah. I think it worked like any abusive relationship . . . a person feels trapped, nowhere to go . . . they are abused and then the abuser reins them back in with kindness and the person being abused settles, not quite thinking about the next time they are beat etc. just relieved the abuse is over (for now). My mother was a ticking time bomb . . .

Day is just a collection of hours.

Twenty-two hours, forty-seven minutes, and eighteen seconds to go!

Time waits for no ovary.

As the seconds tick down, Belgium are literally playing in time that doesn't exist.

No, hear me out. This whole thing is ticking a lot of the horror movie boxes. Murder at a sleepaway camp. A serial killer. A final girl. A kid who died because some teenagers were being irresponsible.

The clock gulps softly, eating second whole while she waits...

she swung like a pendulum, ticking away the seconds until she would be dead.

Time waits for no ovary.

Flawed characters... a ticking clock... morally questionable acts on all sides... moody, evocative art... oh yeah, this the stuff crime noir fans love!

The days that marked the war went on like the ticking of a clock that had no face and showed no time.

The passing seconds became dangerous and spacious. The rules tinkled silently as they broke.

must safeguard the woman from his past who is nurturing a ticking time bomb of a secret. The momentum keeps building as Sylvie Kurtz launches

His heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small restless body.

The house kept its own time, like the old-fashioned grandfather clock in the living room. People who happened by raised the weights, and as long as the weights were wound, the clock continued ticking away. But with people gone and the weights unattended, whole chunks of time were left to collect in deposits of faded life on the floor.

Time is the most valuable commodity.