Quotes About Time

And once you've got clocks, you've got death and dead people, because time, as we know, runs on, and then it runs out, and dead people are situated outside of time, whereas living people are still immersed in it.

Me estiro, pues, dentro de la habitación, bajo el ojo de escayola del techo, detrás de las cortinas blancas, entre las sábanas, y me deslizo dentro de mi propio tiempo, abandonando el ritmo que nos marcan. Aunque esto también forma parte del ritmo, y yo no estoy fuera de él.

Si jeunesse savait, si vieillesse pouvait - Estienne; C'est de quoi j'ai le plus de peur que la peur - Montaigne; (...) L'histoire, cette vieille dame exaltée et menteuse - de Maupassant.

But that's where I am, there's no escaping it. Time's a trap, I'm caught in it. I must forget about my secret name and all ways back. My name is Offred now, and here is where I live.

Amazing how quickly the past becomes idyllic. Ivory

The next few weeks were the worst he could remember. Too many things were coming back to him, too much of what he'd lost - or - sadder - had never had in the first place. All that wasted time, and he didn't even know who'd wasted it.

Though it's hard to concentrate on the idea of a future. She's too immersed in the present:

The thing to remember is that there is nothing new about the society depicted in The Handmaid's Tale except the time and place. All of the things I have written about have been done before, more than once.

Gavin has tried quoting Yeats to the effect that women must labour to be beautiful, but Reynolds--who used to be a passionate Yeats fan--is now of the opinion that Yeats is entitled to his point of view, but that was then and social attitudes were different then, and in actual fact Yeats is dead.

It causes a jolt of terror to run through him, this absence of official time. Nobody nowhere knows what time it is.

How little time it takes to change a face: carve it like wood, harden it.

She] smiles, too, and eats and drinks, and is happy, and outside the kitchen window the wind blows and the world shifts and crumbles and rearranges itself, and time goes on.

Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn?

I will stop living life for a future happiness that does not and may never exist. I will live for now and stop wasting my time. Ever moment I live can be as beautiful as a fantasy. Every second of life is precious. I vow to stop wasting my time on these dreams that turn my life into a nightmare. I vow to live, to be mindful, to pay attention to life and hold it hard to my heart. Every beat another second going by.

Fifteen years in prison! That's eternity for an Arapaho.

La notte e vicina per me. Those were the words that an elderly Italian woman, an old crone who swept the stairs, had uttered to Fran when she was working as an au pair girl in Florence, a hundred years ago.

but as I am a scholar I feel obliged to document what it is like here, most of the time, between the dramatic climaxes. In truth it is like this: You cannot imagine how time can be so still. It hangs. It weighs, and yet there is so little of it. It goes so slowly and it is so scarce. If I was writing this scene it would last a full 15 minutes. I would lie here and you would sit there.

You cannot imagine how time Ã¢â'¬Â¦ can be Ã¢â'¬Â¦ so still.             It hangs. It weighs. And yet there is so little of it.             It goes so slowly, and yet it is so scarce.

You cannot imagine how time … can be … so still. It hangs. It weighs. And yet there is so little of it. It goes so slowly, and yet it is so scarce. — Margaret Edson (Wit: A Play)

You cannot imagine how time … can be … so still. It hangs. It weighs. And yet there is so little of it. It goes so slowly, and yet it is so scarce." ? Margaret Edson, Wit: A Play

didn't plan to spend this amount of time these past weeks," Lynne said. "But I have learned a lot. I know my sheep and they know me, but this was a different kind of knowing. Because of what we've been through, there's a greater trust between Piaget and me than with the other sheep.

Life as a whole is not happy. Only moments. This is my moment. It will pass.

The age of heroes had truly passed, and Tisamenus could not be one even if he burned for it. A great bronze wall had been erected around those old heroes, it descended from the sky, and no one could lift it or trespass there. Each age bestowed its own glory, but the age of my grandson could not be the age of Menelaus.

I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.