Quotes About Time

There is only a little violence here and there in the language, at the corner where eternity clips time.

Looking for a thousand years is worth it, if in the end you find what you need.

Being an author sucks, doesn't it? It's like telling a joke and nobody laughs for two years.

Their bodies fit perfectly like this, two continents pulled eons ago but now rejoined.

One faces the future with one's past. —Pearl S. Buck

One faces the future with one's past.

I'd been thinking for a long time that I should get Prius, to help the environment and to feel morally superior. Twice-divorced people rarely get to feel morally superior.

I'm far too intelligent to not know that there will be time when I won't be 33 anymore, when I won't be that pretty anymore, I won't be sparkly anymore, and I'll be tired. I want to be able to know that I can still have fun and be part of the world, and that I didn't give it all away for Fleetwood Mac.

A man's memory might have only a hundred clear days in it and he has lived thousands. Can't do much about that. We have our store of days and we spend them like forgetful drunkards.

We have our store of days and we spend them like forgetful drunkards.

Time was not something then we thought of as an item that possessed an ending, but something that would go on forever, all rested and stopped in that moment. Hard to say what I mean by that. You look back at all the endless years when you never had that thought. I am doing that now as I write these words in Tennessee. I am thinking of the days without end of my life. And it is not like that now.

I am old enough to know that time passing is just a trick, a convenience. Everything is always there, still unfolding, still happening. The past, the present, and the future, in the noggin eternally, like brushes, combs and ribbons in a handbag.

I guess love laughs at history a little.

we are never old to ourselves. That is because at the close of the day the ship we sail in is the soul, not the body.

I don't think you ever understand your life - not till it's finished and probably not then either. The more I live the less I seem to understand.

He saw a picture in his mind of a terrible piling up of the dead. It came from his contemplation of the church, but it had its own clarity: the row on row, the deep rotting earth hollowed out to hold them, while the efforts of the living, with all their works and wars and great buildings, were no more than the beat of a wing against the weight of time.

Until we can navigate in time, I'm not sure that we can prove that what happened is real.

The past was suddenly rushing in on me in a way I found hard to fight.

His own men, those who would attack in the morning, knelt on the earth, faces hidden behind one hand, in an agonizing tunnel of their own, a darkness where there was no time but where they tried to look on death.

Now I see my children and I know that they are figures in a lantern show, that their sense of permanence is an illusion, because all around us time is unstoppable.

There was a pretty young woman I used to see pegging out sheets and I worried that she would grow old there and that no one would know how beautiful she was. And maybe she would die without ever having really lived.

Levade had told her one day that there was no such thing as a coherent human personality. When you are forty you have no cell in your body that you had at eighteen. It was the same, he said, with your character. Memory is the only thing that binds you to earlier selves; for the rest you become an entirely different being every decade or so, sloughing off the old persona, renewing and moving on. You are not who you were, he told her, nor who you will be.

she had discovered that ageing and what they called maturity were myths, that all the years did was disqualify you from various pleasures, one by one.

What is the most real thing you can think of?"] Jacques thought for a long time before answering; he tried to weigh up what was most vital and enduring in all that he had known. Eventually, no longer smiling, he said, 'Memory'.