Quotes About Time

I grandi, in attesa di domani, si muovono in un presente dietro al quale c'è ieri o l'altro ieri o al massimo la settimana scorsa: al resto non vogliono pensare. I piccoli non sanno il significato di ieri, dell'altro ieri, e nemmeno di domani, tutto è questo, ora: la strada è questa, il portone è questo, le scale sono queste, questa è mamma, questo è papà, questo è il giorno, questa la notte.

Com'era friabile il passato, franava di continuo, le veniva addosso.

Adults, waiting for tomorrow, move in a present behind which is yesterday or the day before yesterday or at most last week: they don't want to think about the rest. Children don't know the meaning of yesterday, of the day before yesterday, or even of tomorrow

I nostri non erano così, mancava il tempo, mancavano i soldi, mancava la voglia

Ma - s'era detto - quello che è bene e quello che è male le persone ci mettono tempo a capirlo, e aiutarle significa proprio fare per loro ciò che in un determinato momento della loro vita non sono capaci di fare.

she was explaining to me that I had won nothing, that in the world there is nothing to win, that her life was full of varied and foolish adventures as much as mine, and that time simply slipped away without any meaning, and it was good just to see each other every so often to

Adults, waiting for tomorrow, move in a present behind which is yesterday or the day before yesterday or at most last week: they don't want to think about the rest. Children don't know the meaning of yesterday, of the day before yesterday, or even of tomorrow, everything is this, now: the street is this, the doorway is this, the stairs are this, this is Mamma, this is Papa, this is the day, this the night.

toda escolha tem sua história, muitos momentos de nossa vida estão espremidos num canto só esperando uma brecha, e no final essa brecha aparece.

If I'd known that to get a diploma and a degree Al you needed to have was free time, to be shut up in a place without worrying about earning a living, and, with discipline, learning by heart pages and page of some books, I would have done it before," he said once, in a teasing tone.

Ã…Ëœíct znamená spoutat ztracené ?asy a prostory.

y a veces, al notarla tan feliz, me asaltó una nostalgia genuina por un tiempo que, no obstante, consideraba pasado para siempre y mal desenterrado por su fantasía en exceso afectuosa.

cítila jsem, že tohle je m?j ?as, m?j rozbahnÄ›ný život, v nÄ›mž mi to místy jeÅ¡tÄ› klouže.

Männer gewinnt man langsam lieb, unabhängig davon, ob sie dem Typ Mann, für den wir uns in den verschiedenen Phasen des Lebens entschieden haben, mehr entsprechen oder weniger.

I there first felt the impact of time, the force that was pushing me toward forty, the velocity with which life was consumed, the concreteness of the exposure to death: If it's happening to her, I thought, there's no escape, it will happen to me as well.

dass es auf der Welt überhaupt nichts zu gewinnen gab, dass ihr Leben genauso wie meines voller außergewöhnlicher und unsinniger Abenteuer war und dass die Zeit ganz einfach ohne jeden Sinn verrann und es nur schön war, sich hin und wieder zu sehen, um den verrückten Klang des Gehirns der einen als Echo im verrückten Klang des Gehirns der anderen zu hören.

time is a flow of words coherent only in appearance, the one who piles up the most is the one who wins.

Maybe there's no second time without a third, but there is a first time without a second.

Muchos momentos de nuestra existencia permanecen comprimidos en un rincón a la espera de una salida, y al final esa salida llega.

I believe that, for those who love to write, time spent writing is never wasted. And then isn't it from book to book that we approach the book that we really want to write?

This is more or less what happened to me between the end of 1963 and the end of 1965. How easy it is to tell the story of myself without Lila: time quiets down and the important facts slide along the thread of the years like suitcases on a conveyor belt at an airport; you pick them up, put them on the page, and it's done.

an old photograph of my sisters and me with our father. The photograph was ruined. Those images of us from so long ago were yellowed, cracked, like the figures of winged demons in certain altarpieces that the faithful have defaced with pointed objects.

I hope that in the free time of old age, the wonder will return.

And I imagined that I was in a race against time, a race in which the writer always lagged behind. While, in fact, the letters were rapidly lining up next to one another, asserting themselves, the vision fled, and writing was destined to a frustrating approximation. It was too slow to capture the brain wave.

she was explaining to me that I had won nothing, that in the world there is nothing to win, that her life was full of varied and foolish adventures as much as mine, and that time simply slipped away without any meaning, and it was good just to see each other every so often to hear the mad sound of the brain of one echo in the mad sound of the brain of the other.