Quotes About Time

I spend my time dwelling on revenge and try to deal with the monsters crawling out of the ashes.

yes. But within a month of enduring this great thirst

And so, you see, her absence stopped time.

Our conversations slide through time, and we dwell often on setting straight the town record.

Then his head tipped down on his chest and he fell into the instant sleep of the ancient and the very young.

There were so many sensations in his body that he couldn't feel them all at once, and each, as soon as he felt it, slipped away into the past.

Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones. Our pulse is set to theirs, and as always on a weekend afternoon we were waiting for my mother to start us ticking away on the evening. And so, you see, her absence stopped time.

They sat on chairs made of air and fanned their faces with transparent leaves. They spoke in both languages. We love you, don't cry. Sorrow eats time. Be patient. Time eats sorrow.

This is eternity, right here, for eternity is nothing other than awareness of time going by.

Chapter 1, verse 4, he said. One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh, but the earth abideth forever.

For what is a man, what are we all, but bits of time caught for a moment in a tangle of blood, bones, skin, and brain?

We are time's containers.

The point of power is always in the present moment.

whenever they get a chance, never fear, people make you waste hours and months ... they use you as a wall to bounce their bullshit off of ... blah! and blah! and blahblahblah! ... you put up with it for an hour, you'll need two weeks to recover ... blah! blah!

In circumstances of real tragedy you see things straight away...past, present, and future together.

Most people don't die until the last moment; others start twenty years in advance, sometimes more. Those are the unfortunates.

Here we are, alone again. It's all so slow, so heavy, so sad. . . I'll be old soon. Then at last it will be over. So many people have come into my room. They've talked. They haven't said much. They've gone away. They've grown old, wretched, sluggish, each in some corner of the world.

Lili, I think, saw so many human tragedies all around her ... people arranged it between them ... this was what they wanted ... none of her business ... animal miseries were different ... nobody paid any attention, but for her money only the animals counted ... time has passed, water under the bridge ... all in all I'd say she was right ...

The world leaves us long before we leave it…for good.

C'est cela l'exil, l'étranger, cette inexorable observation de l'existence telle qu'elle est vraiment pendant ces quelques heures, lucides, exceptionnelles dans la trame du temps humain, où les habitudes du pays précédent vous abandonnent, sans que les autres, les nouvelles, vous aient encore suffisamment abruti.

Si les gens sont si méchants, c'est peut-être seulement parce qu'ils souffrent, mais le temps est long qui sépare le moment où ils ont cessé de souffrir de celui où ils deviennent un peu meilleurs.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all.

Whether you're making love to the ladies or postulating the infinite, you'll still get all flabby one day!

Things are different when you go back to them, they seem to have more power to enter into us more sadly, more deeply, more gently than before, to merge with the death which is slowly, pleasantly, sneakily growing inside us, and which we train ourselves to resist a little less each day.