Quotes About Time

Be old enough and patient enough for kinds of love, seasons of it, be quiet in your soul so that when happiness comes again, if it ever does, you will know.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories—points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.

How many centuries must pass before the blood of so many has soaked deep enough into the earth to be forgotten?

I had slain all sense of time.

Things were happening too fast. My earlier judgments were shaken, and the beauty of Amadeo grew with each passing night.

Memory knows that we cannot endure its company.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories-points in time which time itself cannot erase.

Things don't really go in a straight line the way living people think. Everything is always happening all the time.

Vecchie verità e antica magia, rivoluzione e invenzione cospirano per distrarci dalla passione che in un modo o nell'altro ci sconfigge tutti. E alla fine, stanchi di questa complessità, noi sogniamo di quel tempo remoto in cui sedevamo sulle ginocchia di nostra madre e ogni bacio era la consumazione del desiderio. Cosa possiamo fare, se non cercare l'abbraccio che ora deve racchiudere il paradiso e l'inferno: il nostro destino inevitabile?

Time eventually destroyed our love for one another. Time withered our gentle intimacy. Time devoured whatever conversations or pleasures we once agreeably shared.

si Dios no existe, nosotros somos las criaturas de mayor conciencia del universo. Sólo nosotros comprendemos el paso del tiempo y el valor de cada minuto de vida humana. Y lo que constituye el mal, el verdadero mal, es el asesinato de una sola vida humana. No tiene la menor importancia que un hombre pueda morir mañana o pasado mañana o con el tiempo... Porque si Dios no existe, esta vida... cada segundo de la misma... es lo único que tenemos.

Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or splendor. Rather they remain hard as gems.

For him, Egypt was a phase. But for me, a life.

si Dios no existe, nosotros somos las criaturas de mayor conciencia del universo. Sólo nosotros comprendemos el paso del tiempo y el valor de cada minuto de vida humana. Y lo que constituye el mal, el verdadero mal, es el asesinato de una sola vida humana. No tiene la menor importancia que un hombre pueda morir mañana o pasado mañana o con el tiempo... Porque si Dios no existe, esta vida... cada segundo de la misma... es lo único que tenemos (p.268)

What am I, child? Sometimes I think I know not. And sometimes I think I know only too well. Study in my absence. Waste nothing. And I'll be back to you before you know the hour. And then we'll speak of Blood Kisses and secrets and meantime tell no one that you belong to me.

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of

Qué significa morir cuando puedes vivir hasta el fin del mundo?

It was you, Master, who let me see what little I could of the marvelous bright world unfolding around me in ways I couldn't have imagined in the land or time in which I was born.

Un monumento non ti dice che questo o quell'altro uomo è passato di lì, ma che ciò che ha provato in un punto del tempo e dello spazio continua. La luna che illuminava allora New Orleans sorge ancora. Finché saranno in piedi quei monumenti, essa sorgerà ancora. Questa sensazione, almeno qua... e là... resta identica.

That's not true. Because if God doesn't exist we are the creatures of highest consciousness in the universe. We alone understand the passage of time and the value of every minute

of human life. And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would have died tomorrow or the day after or eventually Ã¢â'¬Â¦ it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, this life Ã¢â'¬Â¦ every second of it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ is all we have.

Death is the collapse of time.

America destroys her big houses. Some them don't even last a hundred years.

They have been buried, nameless, beneath five centuries of time.