Quotes About Time

Outside, the folded sky of white space-and my time as a free person (was I a free person?)-whisked silently by.

We can bite down on a grudge and grin around it until the end of time.

She wondered if the man who had written that clever little technomantic virus still would have done so, if he had known he would be breaking her heart for centuries to come.

David had his reasons to be angry. But after a century or two, one did grow tired. Mortal lifetimes were a mercy to love, Sebastien thought. It could endure that long.

From the vantage of Cathoair's nineteen years, it was a span beyond bewildering into incomprehensible.

Time passed, and given enough time, anyone could make enemies. Even-especially-a Conn.

The rain washing his house tickled his skin, the memory of a caress on skin that had not felt such a thing in centuries.

He did not need the watch, the glance, or the gesture. He knew the time, it ticked out within him with atomic regularity. But the ceremony pleased him nonetheless.

Knowing what to do doesn't help at all when you have a habit of justifying why today isn't the day to do the work—convincing yourself that tomorrow holds some promise today doesn't.

Really, she was going to have to learn to better organize her time. Maybe she should hire a lifestyle consultant…

He is invariably in a hurry. Being in a hurry is one of the tributes he pays to life.

—Yesterday brought to today so lightly!(A yesterday I find almost impossible to lift.)

—And Friday, my dear Friday, died of measlesseventeen years ago come March.

The staring sailorthat shakes his watchthat tells the timeof the poet, the manthat lies in the house of Bedlam.

Marianne Moore] once remarked, after a visit to her brother and his family, that the state of being married and having children had one enormous advantage: "One never has to worry about whether one is doing the right thing or not. There isn't time. One is always having to go to the market or drive the children somewhere. There isn't time to wonder 'Is this right or isn't it?

A sentence in Auden's Airman's Journal has always seemed very profound to me ---I haven't the book here so I can't quote it exactly, but something about time and space and how 'geography is a thousand times more important to modern man than history'---I always like to feel where I am geographically all the time, on the map,---but maybe that is something else again.

Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.

Time to plant tears, says the almanac. The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove and the child draws another inscrutable house.

I am not the sort of person about whom stories are told. Those of humble birth suffer their heartbreaks and celebrate their triumphs unnoticed by the bards, leaving no trave in the fables of their time.

If one didn't let oneself swallow some few lies, I don't know how one would ever carry the past.

It is about five o'clock in an evening that the first hour of spring strikes — autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

Makes of men date, like makes of cars...

Grown-up people seem to be busy by clockwork: even when someone is not ill, when there has been no telegram, they run their unswerving course from object to object, directed by some mysterious inner needle that points all the time to what they must do next. You can only marvel at such misuse of time.