Quotes About Time

one of those things about getting older was knowing that so many moments weren't just moments, they were gifts.

So life goes on, I thought. (And now I think: It goes on, until it doesn't.)

So she way awake at night and at times there was a curious peacefulness to this, the darkness warm as though the deep violet duvet held its color unseen, wrapping around Pam some soothing aspect of her youth, as her mind wandered over a life that felt puzzingly long; she experienced a quiet surprise that so many lifetimes could be fit into one.

This had often broken my heart, to realize that you never know the last time you pick up a child. Maybe you say "Oh, honey, you're getting too big to be picked up" or something like that. But then you never pick them up again.

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!

life picked up speed, and then most of it was gone—made you breathless, really.

She felt she had figured something out too late, and that must be the way of life, to get something figured out when it was too late.

They say that's what happens as you get older. You think about the things of your youth.

guess many of us have regrets, he wrote, but my regrets seem to grow as I get older.

for Angie time was as big and round as the sky, and to try to make sense out of it was like trying to make sense of music and God and why the ocean was deep.

And so the day they had had together folded over on itself, was done with, gone. —

And what I most remember was that this guy told us that—because we are in the middle of it—we will not live long enough to see how it plays out in this world.

a vida acelerava e, de repente, a maior parte já tinha passado;

after a certain point in a marriage, you stopped having a certain kind of fight, Olive thought, because when the years behind you were more than the years in front of you, things were different.

Ed era troppo tardi. Nessuno vuole mai credere che sia troppo tardi, ma lo sta sempre diventando. E poi lo è.

And thinking of this now made me think of something I had often thought before: that there had been a last time - when they were little - that I had picked up the girls. This had often broken my heart, to realize that you never know the last time you pick up a child. Maybe you say "Oh honey, you're getting too big to be picked up" or something like that. But then you never pick them up again.

Earlier in their marriage, they'd had fights that had made Olive feel sick the way she felt now. But after a certain point in a marriage, you stopped having a certain kind of fight, Olive thought, because when the years behind you were more than the years in front of you, things were different.

He seemed younger to me. I felt older every day.

Nothing is long ago.

As has often been the case with me, I began to dread this in advance... But early on I saw this: You are wasting time by suffering twice. I mention this only to show how many things the mind cannot will itself to do, even if it wants to.

they had joked about that - how the girl had no idea, as the plunked down their mugs of coffee, that her own arm would someday be sprinkled with age spots, or that cups of coffee had to be planned since blood pressure medicine made you widdle so much, that life picked up speed, and then most of it was gone - made you breathless, really.

Angie se dio cuenta de que había comprendido algo demasiado tarde y que la vida debía de ser eso, comprender algo cuando ya era demasiado tarde.

she had not known what one should know: that day after day was unconsciously squandered.

Because I love you, and we don't have much time.