Quotes About Time

It's where you are in your imagination That's important, for the life of simply staying where you are Is a shadow's life, that leaves you by yourself, alone and scared. Why can't we just move on? The light up ahead is soft And seems to beckon us, glowing with a promise of beginning Once again, as if there were still time.

crossing the Atlantic under sail remains one of the most fulfilling ways possible to spend a month or so of your precious allotment of time.

Time is the currency of our life—how we spend it defines our existence.

The very idea that my time could be owned by someone else, monitored by a clock, and traded not for freedom but for money struck me as lunacy. Where did happiness factor in, and what about the desire for a meaningful life defined not by your possessions but by your experiences?

Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.

Longevity can be a form of spite. I am an old man myself now, and I recognise the symptoms.

You heard people say forty was the new thirty and fifty was the new forty and sixty was the new forty-five, but you never heard anybody say eighty was the new anything. Eighty was just eighty.

It gave her a sudden sense that it was now her turn to grow old, to find the world changing, sliding away from the old ways of being and behaving, so that you were gradually a stranger to the place you lived in. The woman priest with jogging clothes and a BlackBerry gave Mary a glimpse of what life must have been like for her mother as she grew older.

No, Roger had not seen the funny side. But there had been a moment when, after looking at his watch, he had thought: I can remember when Christmas morning would start at about half past ten with a glass of Buck's Fizz in bed. Now it begins at half past five, with a test of my fine motor skills and ability to read Korean.

When you're my age and you see a story, you better go for it pretty quickly. I'd just like to get a few more novels under my belt.

With kids, the days are long, but the years are short.

Time you enjoy wasting was not wasted.

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted.

Isn't it amazing the way the future succeeds in creating an appropriate past?

It takes a long time to grow an old friend.

I expressed skepticism, in the first chapter, about the utility of time machines in historical research. I especially advised against graduate students relying on them, because of the limited perspective you tend to get from being plunked down in some particular part of the past, and the danger of not getting back in time for your orals.

A]lthough the past is never completely knowable, it is more knowable than the future.

In a cyclical system, however, such a linear progression repeats itself endlessly; each end is followed by a new beginning. Determining the time system of Scandinavian mythology presents special challenges because many of the sources were recorded by Christians, whose notion of time was linear and whose notion of history called for an essentially clear chronology.

For the Christians of the Scandinavian Middle Ages, the gods would have had a place in historical time both through their euhemerization and through their presence in some of the lives of the saints translated from Latin into Icelandic. According to the notion of the euhemerization that prevailed in medieval Iceland, the gods were originally human beings who had emigrated from the Middle East (Tyrkland) to Scandinavia long ago.

Time sneaks up on you like a wind shield on a bug.

A dreamer lives forever, and a toiler dies in a day.

But if Adam and Eve (when they were alone in the world) instead of their ordinary night's sleep, had passed the whole twenty-four hours in one continued sleep, the duration of that twenty-four hours had been irrecoverably lost to them, and been for ever left out of their account of time.

Thus the ideas, as well as children, of our youth, often die before us: and our minds represent to us those tombs to which we are approaching; where, though the brass and marble remain, yet the inscriptions are effaced by time, and the imagery moulders away.