Quotes About Time

When, grown older, we look back on the selfishness of the people who've been mixed up with our lives, we see it undeniably for what it was, as hard as steel or platinum and a lot more durable than time itself.

When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.

She was having an attack of knuckleheaded anxiety. Those attacks last a long time.

Jane put her hand on the calendar, as if she could take those days right in through her skin, her pores, into her blood and bones, hold them forever. But time didn't work that way. Time was all about the present. It was where you were and what you were doing, in any given moment, that gave life its meaning.

You know what's the worst thing about parents dying?" Harrison said. "It's all the questions you'll never get to ask them. Little things you thought you'd have forever to find out.

Stevie thought about how people have to find their own ways to the light. People take as long as they take, and there wasn't any use trying to rush them.

time did heal all wounds. Well, not completely. But after a fashion. Time put a big Band-Aid on them. So that life could go on.

Life is long, and a person's character generally catches up to him.

Who cared about those things? Didn't Peter know that it was impossible to make up for lost time? Three years was half of six years; every day, every minute in life was all its own, and could never be replaced with another. When you love someone, she said, with her eyes shut tight, barely recognizing her own voice, you want to be together whenever you can. If you want it badly enough, you just make the practical things work out.

Life was so short. Every moment was precious!

They say your life flashes before you at the time of death, but for Clea, the lives were not hers, but her grandmother's and her parents'. She thought of how they had loved her, of what a short time they had had together.

Si seulement il avait un peu de temps. [...] Le temps aussi de bien comprendre le mot amour. Un mot beaucoup trop gros pour lui. Tellement gros qu'il ne sait pas par quel bout le prendre.

Wij moeten niets verwachten van onze kinderen. Het woord zelf zegt het al, 'verwachten'! Alsof wij op iets moeten wachten dat er nu nog niet is. De jeugd van onze kinderen is er nu. We zijn altijd maar onderweg. We zijn hier zo kort. Laat het onderwijs alstublieft geen voorbereiding zijn op iets onduidelijks dat in de toekomst ligt.

I feel sorry for young people today who feel so alone that they have to mate with their first crush. It shocks me that so many young brides are pregnant at the alter. When you have kids late in life, you appreciate them more. They keep you young, and you see the world through better eyes. You can give your children a finer sense of values, too, because if you're lucky, you own values have improved with time.

the green numerals of Jo's bedside clock telling her that it was 3.08: insomniacs' hour.

Sometimes the briefest moments capture us, force us to take them in, and demand that we live the rest of our lives in reference to them.

While our bodies move ever forward on the time line, our minds continuously trace backward, seeking shape and meaning as deftly as any arrow seeking its mark. . . Sometimes it is as difficult to know what the past holds as it is to know the future, and just as an answer to a riddle seems so obvious once it is revealed, it seems curious to me now that I passed through all those early moments with no idea of their weight.

Chance, time, the rules of civilized life, grief, pain, an imbalance of humors, all make it extraordinary that any of us are ever happy. When we are, it is fleeting.

Then, quite unexpectedly, she embraced Barbara for a long time. Barbara could feel the movement of the child inside her belly.

It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.

It was in the spring that Josephine and I had first loved each other, or, at least, had first come into the full knowledge that we loved. I think that we must have loved each other all our lives, and that each succeeding spring was a word in the revelation of that love, not to be understood until, in the fullness of time, the whole sentence was written out in that most beautiful of all beautiful springs.

Be the day short or be the day long, at last it weareth to evening song.

I have only known you for a few months but I cannot realize that there was ever a time when I did not know you. . .when you had not come into my life to bless and hallow it. I will always look back to this year as the most wonderful in my life because it brought you to me... My love for you has made my life very rich and it has kept me from much of harm and evil. I owe this all to you, my sweetest teacher.

In the mornings I always think the mornings are best; but when evening comes I think it's lovelier still