Quotes About Time

And David saw himself reflected in the Woodsman's eyes, and there he was no longer old but a young man, for a man is always his father's child no matter how old he is or how long they have been apart.

I slipped from present to past, sliding down the snake heads of memory into what was and what would never be again.

The worst thing you can do as a writer is waste people's time.

When one encounters enough strangeness, then what is strange ultimately becomes familiar. The mind can accommodate itself to almost anything, given time: pain, grief, loss, even the possibility that the dead talk to the living.

We lose ourselves by degrees: our youth, our souls.

what human beings did: they tried and failed and failed again, and they kept failing until either they got it right at last or time ran out and they had to settle for what they had.

Instead, there was only the kind of silence that comes when someone takes away a clock to be repaired and after a time you become aware of its absence because its gentle, reassuring tick is gone and you miss it so.

The past never truly dies. It is there, waiting, just below the surface of the now.

Nevertheless, before she grew sick, he would often step quietly into the room in which his mother was reading, acknowledging her with a smile (always returned) before taking a seat close by and immersing himself in his own book so that, although both were lost in their own individual worlds, they shared the same space and time.

Regrets, Blacksmith, make poor currency. You can't but back with them what you most desire.

For a lifetime was but a moment in that place, and each man dreams his own heaven.

aside. "How long will it take?" He was scared, and he wasn't pretending. "Not long," I said. "Not long at all." You

A mobster who knew Trump socially said of him once, "He'd lie to you about what time of day it is—just for the practice.

You pay by the hour, even if the job only takes five minutes. I don't do fractions.

He thought of the old commonplace about how giving up vices didn't make you live longer, but just made it feel as though you were living longer.

They weren't evil, or vicious, or cruel. They were just bored people with too much time on their hands, and such people will, in the end, get up to mischief.

In the end, we'll all face oblivion.

There are places where years have no meaning, where only a hair's breadth of history separates the present from the past. Standing there on that bleak hillside, a young man in a place where other young men had died, it was possible to feel a connection to that past, a sense that in some place further back on the the stream of time these young men were still fighting, and still dying, that they would always be fighting this battle, in this place, over and over again, with ever the same end.

The day passed, a poor, sluggish thing that departed almost gratefully as night took its place.

there was only the kind of silence that comes when someone takes away a clock to be repaired and after a time you become aware of its absence because its gentle, reassuring tick is gone and you miss it so.

gags old before they were told

The Great Malevolence had been squatting in the blackness for a very long time. He was there billions of years before people, or dinosaurs, or small, single-celled organisms that decided one day to become larger, multicelled organisms so they could, at some point in the future, invent literature, painting, and annoying ring tones for cell phones.

Waneth the watch, but the world holdeth. —Anonymous, "The Seafarer

he had more days behind him than ahead.