Quotes About Time

I remember thinking: There will never come a time when I will not be thinking of this. And I was right. And I was wrong

She was many years older than my husband, running on the fumes of her beauty.

E penso a quel detto che ripetono sempre tutti: la vita è dura... e poi muori. A dire il vero, non è affatto così. Questo lo dicono loro. La vita è dura: su questo hanno ragione. Ma quei giorni che dovrebbero essere la parte peggiore? Su questo si sbagliano. E' la tua vita, il resto della tua vita, la parte peggiore.

Mi immaginavo noi due che cuocevamo le mele per Natale, quegli stupidi quadretti romantici alla Currier e Ives... pensavo per tutto il tempo: A volte quello che abbiamo passa per amore, quando invece avrei dovuto pensare: L'amore passa.

If one is generously contracted 80 years, that amounts to 29,220 days on Earth. Playing that out, how many more times then, really, do I get to look at a tree? 12,395? There has to be an exact number. Let's just say it is 12,395. Absolutely, that is a lot, but it is not infinite, and anything less than infinite seems too measly a number and is not satisfactory. Also, I would like to stare at my kids a few million more times. I could stare at them a few million more times easy.

Time is the wave upon the shore. It takes some things away, but it brings other things.

I love the optimism on the shores of youth, where time hasn't yet eroded faith.

So much of history is mystery. We don't know what is lost forever, what will surface again. All objects exist in a moment of time. And that fragment of time is preserved or lost or found in mysterious ways. Mystery is a wonderful part of life.

All objects exist in a moment of time.

Forever did not mean what it once had. Forever was what changed inevitably over time.

Free time was the most precious time, when you should be doing what you loved, or at least slowing down enough to remember what made your life worthwhile and happy.

You are beauty, we are beauty, we are divine, unchanged by time.

A moment is not the same as time.

Why does love end so quickly and hatred last without end?

The moment is altered as soon as I try to capture it, so for me, it's impossible." How true, I thought. Moments are gone as soon as you think about them.

Qué es el pasado si no aquello que elegimos recordar?

But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day because it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness, the wonder, fear, and loneliness. How I lost myself. I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.

This is beauty, and this is beauty, and you are beauty, and love is beauty and we are beauty. We are divine, unchanged by time.

Maybe too many opinions is an American custom. I think Chinese people don't like to have different opinions at the same time. We believe in one thing, we stick to it for one hundred years, five hundred years. Less confusion that way.

I have a sense of my life as a percentage of what has been used and what is likely left. And I get impatient now when I waste time trying to find lost things or doing mundane chores, when I dwell on the unpleasant, when I give my mind to it. So I will kill those moments, banish them, and try to find the moments that can be relived. That's the role of the imagination. It's like reassembling what has happened, yet it's still inaccurate.

A portrait,' she had said, 'should be that of a person who was breathing at the time it was painted.It should capture one of those breaths.

vampire hours of rest between dawn and noon.

Actually, I'm hoping we might have that. A commitment through time, past, present, future... marriage.

Probably jet lag.