Quotes About Time

All right. This might sound like a dumb question, but—what stage of life are you in? Are you young, middle-aged? I know you're not old." She checked him out, standing at the back of the cage, spinning an acorn. He was inarguably solid. She said, "I know already. You're in your prime." • • • PRIMES CAME in all sizes, and despite popular belief, could come around and around, like trees through the seasons.

She had an internal clock set to her mother's hunger for news, but sometimes it felt good to ignore it.

All I can really tell you, laddie, is to live for today. For the moment. Wasting time is the biggest mistake we can make in lo-ove.

and there you go - i was alone, without love, for eight years. and it took me about twenty minutes - over a cappuchino and an egg salad sandwich - to fall in love with him.

But ends are also beginnings, you know. Every single story has a beginning at its end.

Back in Paris," he said, "I knew a girl who was so different, so daring, so ahead of her time that people mocked her until the day they found themselves imitating her. Do you know what she used to say?" Belle shook her head. She used to say, 'The people who talk behind your back are destined to stay there.'" Maurice paused for a moment, letting the worlds sink in. Then he added. "Behind your back. Never to catch up.

AS ALL FAIRY TALES DO, this story begins with the simplest of words: once upon a time….

There is no knowledge like the bitter knowledge of old loves.

The sun will rise tomorrow. It always does, and all the wishing in the world for the way things were, or for what they could have been, won't change that. It won't change how things are.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have... is now

The sun will rise tommorrow. It always does, and all the wishing in the world for the way things were, or for what they could have been, won't change that. It won't change how things are.

I love this time of day,' Josh says-talking to me, he's talking to me!-and I try to think of the right thing to say. 'I love you' sounds a little intense for the conversation. 'Can we make out?' sounds like something Jackson would say, and even if I am thinking it, I never want to sound like Jackson. Ever. 'Me too,' is what I come up with. Brilliant, right?

Qué va a ocurrir ahora? Nada. Pues todo ha ocurrido ya. El tiempo entero es ahora, y el tiempo no puede ofrecer nada mejor. Nada puede ser más ahora que ahora, y antes de ahora nada era. No hay hechos menores en la vida, sólo existe un hecho, éste, único y colosal.

What is going to happen? Nothing. For everything has happened. All time is now, and time can do no better. Nothing can ever be more now than now, and before this nothing was. There are no minor facts in life, there is only one tremendous one.

The long days seduce all thought away, and we lie like the lizards in the sun, postponing our lives indefinitely.

So the price of careless rapture is a twisted history chronicled by envy. You were too busy being. And you are too busy now. You couldn't spare the time to note down a few facts: how the sun and silence poured into the big room with the yellow curtains; how everything was never-ending and expendable.

What is going to happen? Nothing. For everything has happened. All time is now, and time can do no better. Nothing can ever be more now than now, and before this nothing was. There are no minor facts in life, there is only the one tremendous one.

If I had my wilderness, nature could be my lover. What can I do in the paved streets for my thirsty roots? I waste time. I encourage fools. I slip the vital hours into penny slot machines -- to pass time, to start my stuck wheels only love can oil.

My more tenderhearted daughter, Becka, said to me during this time, "Mom, when you write a novel you get to rewrite it, but when you live with someone for twenty years, that is the novel, and you can never write that novel with anyone again!

You couldn't make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along.

This is the way of life: the many things we do not know until it is too late.

I wrote the story, but you will bring to it your own experience of life, and some other reader will do the same, and it will become a different story with each reader. I believe that even the time in your life when you read the book will determine how you receive it. Our lives are changing constantly, and therefore not even our own story is always what we think it is.

God, Olive, you're a difficult woman. You are such a goddamn difficult woman, and fuck all, I love you. So if you don't mind, Olive, maybe you could be a little less Olive with me, even if it means being a little more Olive with others. Because I love you, and we don't have much time.

The year that followed - was it the happiest year of his own life? He often thought so, even knowing that such a thing was foolish to claim about any year of one's life: but in his memory, that particular year held the sweetness of a time that contained no thoughts of a beginning and no thoughts of an end..