Quotes About Time

What are you doing here?" he asked, stepping toward her. "In Virgin River? I came to spend some time with my family for a while before going back to school. Uncle Walt, Vanessa and Paul, my cousin Tom—he's at basic training, soon to have leave—they're my family." "No," he said, smiling. "Here. Checking me out." "Get over yourself, I'm checking out the cabins," she said, returning the smile.

And he thought—Just give me time. I'm going to get that picture put in storage. *

Well, if you're all set, let's go in to Jack's—it's time for my drink. Doctor's orders. I'll front you one." "Did the doctor order the smokes, too?" he asked with a smile. "You're damn straight, sonny. Don't start on me." "I gotta meet this doctor," Noah muttered, following her. Hope

Then she remembered something she had known long ago -- that kindness wasn't only demonstrated by giving material things or labors. There were the simple gestures that people forgot, that were so important -- a little extra time, a smile, patience, conversation, gratitude.

And that's when he learned that for women, all things are possible, and for men, time is required. There was recovery involved. Women, apparently, could just hop back on that bus, while the men were left to deal with a flat tire. He committed that to memory—these gorgeous creatures needed no time to get ready again.

weeks, by the end of June it had stretched to almost

If you want to say good-night to Rosie before you go, now's the time. Her light is going off in…" She looked at her watch. "Fifteen minutes." "Fine," he said, standing. "Did I do all right today? I mean, she didn't run screaming from the room or anything." "You did very well, Sean. I'm impressed." He smiled a small smile, asking himself why that felt so good coming from her.

I found him, I want to get to know him, I want to understand him. Everything. I want to understand everything. And that takes time. And there's no place I have to be right now.

desert time refused to structure itself. It preferred instead to flow in curlicues, vortices and tunnels,...

But we had plenty of time for youthful indecision, both apart and together, for limping into the future past the unforgettable ash heaps of our histories.

We're living tragedies, just passing time 'til our funerals.

But at the last minute, I turned left, because I never had before, and because I had time to go down a different road.

Steinbeck wrote about the tide pools and how profoundly they illustrate the interconnectedness of all things, folded together in an ever-expanding universe that's bound by the elastic string of time. He said that one should look from the tide pool to the stars, and then back again in wonder.

Sometimes a day last an hour, and sometimes it lasts a year

Here's a secret," I said. "There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

But second chances aren't forever Even miracles have an expiration date.

We're taking the road beyond the road less traveled, and being on time will make all difference.

I was focusing on the now. But that didn't mean I couldn't still wonder about what came after.

My miracle wasn't a cure. It was a second chance. But second chances aren't forever. And even miracles have an expiration date.

You could roll the same side over and over again, the laws of the universe intact and unchanging with each turn. It's only when you consider the past that the odds change. That things become less and less likely." -Lane-

In AP Bio, I learned that the cells in our body are replaced every seven years, which means that one day I'll have a body full of cells that were never sick. But it also means that the parts of me that knew and loved Sadie will disappear. I'll still remember loving her, but it'll be a different me who loved her. And maybe this is how we move on. We grow new cells to replace the grieving ones, diluting our pain until it loses potency.

But second chances aren't forever. And even miracles have an expiration date.

It's so strange how the moment of your birth is this fixed point in time, but the hour of your death is always changing based on what you eat for dinner, or where you cross the street, or who you trust when you're alone in the dark woods. But I like to think of all those little moments that add up to the final one, because it meant that my death would be my own, the result of my life, and not just something that happened to me.

Once again, my hands itched for my phone. My mom always complained I was addicted to the thing, but this wasn't true; I just didn't like sitting around with nothing to do, wasting time instead of spending it.