Quotes About Time

And I don't think you have that kind of time either. I don't think you have time to waste not writing because you are afraid you won't be good enough at it, and I don't think you have time to waste on someone who does not respond to you with kindness and respect.

Time is so full for people who are dying in a conscious way, full in the way that life is for children. They spend big round hours.

I remind myself of this when I cannot get any work done: to live as if I am dying, because the truth is we are all terminal on this bus. To live as if we are dying give us a chance to experience some real presence. Time is so full for people who are dying in a conscious way, full in the way that life is for children.

Periods in the wilderness or desert were not lost time. You might find life, wildflowers, fossils, sources of water.

All those years I fell for the great palace lie that grief should be gotten over as quickly as possible and as privately. But what I've discovered since is that the lifelong fear of grief keeps us in a barren, isolated place and that only grieving can heal grief; the passage of time will lessen the acuteness, but time alone, without the direct experience of grief, will not heal it.

Carl Jung said that most painful issues can't be solved—they can only be outgrown, but that takes time and deep work.

I'd given talks for years about how when it comes to grieving, the culture lies--you really do not get over the biggest losses, you don't pass through grief in any organized way, and it takes years and infinitely more tears than people want to allot you. Yet the gift of grief is incalculable, in giving you back to yourself.

Time, time, time. It's always the wrong time. When is now the time?

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven

The important things to remember she remembered, she told herself. The rest was chaff, which time would have winnowed out of active memory anyway.

Timeon had quite possibly been traveling a long time, Mearme thought with no compassion.

what we call a chaotic system—meaning that its adjacent solutions diverge exponentially in time.

It isn't often one gets the chance to entertain one's great-great-great-grandmother. Sassinak.

History and memory share events; that is, they share time and space. Every moment is two moments.

History is the love that enters us through death.

The shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened.

Perhaps this is the most important thing for me to take back from beach-living: simply the memory that each cycle of the tide is valid; each cycle of the wave is valid; each cycle of a relationship is valid.

If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.

Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.

Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?

Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach—waiting for a gift from the sea.

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

But the bond—the bond of romantic love is something else. It has so little to do with propinquity or habit or space or time or life itself. It leaps across all of them, like a rainbow—or a glance.

There is, of course, always the personal satisfaction of writing down one's own experiences so they may be saved, caught and pinned under glass, hoarded against the winter of forgetfulness. Time has been cheated a little, at least, in one's own life, and a personal, trivial immortality of an old self assured.