Quotes About Time

The communion rail is a place of exchange. They give time and receive eternity, they give self-denial and receive love, they give nothingness, and receive all.

One reason for a long life is penance. Time is given us not just to accumulate that which we cannot take with us, but to make reparation for our sins.

In the circuits of the planets there are times when the heavens are under the earth, and in the ways of God with men there was a time when Heaven was under the earth, and that was when Christ was born in the cave of Bethlehem.

As in Eden there took place the first espousals of man and woman, so, in her, there took place the first espousals of God and man, eternity and time, omnipotence and bonds. In

We give up our time, and get His eternity; we give up our sin, and receive His grace; we give up petty loves, and receive the Flame of Love.

God insists on 'Today.

The lazy priest always has less time than the zealous priest, because the former is thinking in terms of the interruptions to his leisure, while the latter seeks the opportunity to be another Christ. The priest's time is not his own; it is Our Lord's.

L'avenir nous tourmente, le passé nous retient, c'est pour ça que le présent nous échappe

And as far as wishing goes, I save my wishes for things that can still come true. There's no point in wasting them on the past.

Wow . . . she's gotten older"—a realization that somehow never includes me, as if I am for some reason immune to aging. It isn't until I pass by a mirror and catch sight of my own composting carcass that I'm forced to fess up to reality. Hate when that happens.

Our memories are filled with the hundreds of people who have walked through our lives, touched us in some way, and then seemingly disappeared from the face of the earth. Time erodes our willingness to promise once again to keep in touch, and without willing it so, the Kleenex promises of youth give way to the carefully chosen holiday cards of

In thinking the of the eternal, we must link the eternal with the accidentality of our thinking

Aleshores, quan jèiem abraçats davant la finestra oberta al pendís d'oliveres (dues llavors nues dins un fruit que l'estiu ha badat violent, i que s'omple d'aire) no teníem records. Érem el record que tenim ara. Érem aquesta imatge. Els ídols de nosaltres, per la submisa fe de després.

Look at the air, listen to the buzzing of the sun, the same as yesterday and the day before. Today is Monday too.

Under the burning sun on the street I began to feel the weight of my ninety years, and to count minute by minute the minutes of the nights I had left before I died.

It was as if they had leapt over the arduous cavalry of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion: beyond love. For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

She had that rare virtue of never existing completely except for that opportune moment

Esta tarde, pensando todo esto frente a una ventana lúgubre, donde cae la nieve, con más de cincuenta años encima, y todavía sin saber muy bien quién soy ni qué carajos hago aquí, tengo la impresión de que el mundo fue igual desde mi nacimiento hasta que los Beatles comenzaron a cantar.

B?trâneÈ›ea este o stare indecent? care trebuie oprit? la timp.

for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

Aureliano Secondo tornò nella casa coi suoi bauli, convinto che non soltanto Ursula, ma anche tutti gli abitanti di Macondo stavano aspettando che spiovesse per morire. Li aveva visti, passando, seduti nei salotti con lo sguardo assorto e le braccia incrociate, intenti a sentir trascorrere un tempo intero, un tempo non domato, perchè era inutile dividerlo in mesi e in anni, e i giorni in ore, se non si poteva far altro che contemplare la pioggia

Le temps ne passe pas, il tourne en rond.

Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.

I cannot help recording that this illumination of my thought is for me only the extension of the Other, the only Light. I have never known such happiness. I have been playing Brahms for a long time, piano sonatas that were new to me. They will always remind me of this unforgettable time. How can I keep this feeling of being entered, of being absolutely safe—and also of being enfolded?