Quotes About Time

all you have to lose in death, no matter how long you've lived, is the present moment in which you die.

Give men enough time and they will turn on anyone.

There was no time for the old game, the game of drawing out those who wanted to die, those who truly craved my embrace, those in love already with the far country of death of which they knew nothing.

Dicen que ninguno de nosotros cambia realmente con el paso del tiempo, que sólo nos volvemos más como somos.

How can you be ashamed of such things? You're a strange creature, very gentle, I think, and out of kilter with your own time.

No mortal lives long enough to forget their great loves entirely, do they.

I've been too young for too long.

It was an old tale. It was too old.

But when you feel as if you are but a dry leaf carried by the endless winds of time, and you can bear the thought of what seems like a haphazard wandering no longer, you must go where there is pain and seek to alleviate it.

Sometimes—not very often, in any life—there come days so perfect and seamless and golden that you remember them always. Almost everyone has them, though some, I think, have more than others. It just isn't given to everyone to simply love a day for its own sake. But they are the very coin of memory, and you can pull them out over and over again and fondle them, and spend them, and they are never depleted.

some good," Randall said, opening the door for Holly. "We'll meet you in an hour. Call and order something from room service. You look

I don't have time to read," Warren announced loudly. "I wasn't asking you," Sally said. "And anyone with any sense finds the time to read, or their brain atrophies and their soul shrivels.

religion, and Rachel called a cult. The man who had mesmerized her dying mother into leaving twelve and a half million dollars to the Foundation of Being. And not a damned thing to the only child she'd ever had. Ten years

It makes you wonder why we bother accumulating, accumulating, when we know from earliest childhood how it's all going to end.

Past is past... no it's not! People are always fond of saying that, but what's past is never past; not entirely.

During all the months when she had been absent, there were so many things I have saved up to tell her, so many bits of news about the house and the neighborhood and friends and work and family, but now they seemed inconsequential. Puny. Move far enough away from an event ans it sort of levels out, so to speak - settles into the general landscape.

To my earlier self I would like to say, "Relax. The story will come in due time. Trust your characters. Let them tell you what happens next.

At this moment (letting a breeze ripple through her fingers like warm water), Maggie felt that the entire business of time's passing was more than she could bear.

The real adventure, he thought, is the flow of time; it's as much adventure as anyone could wish.

It was funny, in her old age, to look back and see for how short a period her nest had NOT been empty. Relatively speaking, it was nothing - empty far longer than full. so much of herself had been invested in those children; who could believe how briefly they'd been with her.

If her time had been her own, she would have worked in the garden. That always soothed her spirits.

Peter sometimes claimed - jokingly, she assumed - that the whole country should keep its clocks set to the same hour, even though that meant that some states would have to conduct their business in the dark.

It was her first inkling that her generation was part of the stream of time. Just like the others ahead of them, they would grow up and grow old and die. Already there was a younger generation prodding them from behind.

You're old for so much longer than you're young, she thinks. Really it hardly seems fair.