Quotes About Time

Pinner. 'Thank you very much,' said he; 'I fear that I underrated the difficulty of the task. This list will be of very material assistance to me.' 'It took some time,' said I.

I was expecting a rather long visit to Bankruptcy Court at the time, and this interruption seemed almost providential.

Rache, is the German for 'revenge;' so don't lose your time looking for Miss Rachel.

It was surely well for man that he came late in the order of creation. There

Todo viene en círculo. [...] La vieja rueda se vuelve, y el mismo discurso se repite. Todo ya ha sido hecho antes, y lo será de nuevo.

it is better to learn wisdom late than never to learn it at all.

It was nine o'clock at night upon the second of August - the most terrible August in the history of the world.

If she were seventeen at the time of her father's disappearance she must be seven-and-twenty now--a sweet age, when youth has lost its self-consciousness and become a little sobered by experience.

Nunca verás los momentos por venir, que mutilarán para siempre tu vida al menos no hasta después que te hayan rasgado.

Time had a grudge against her.' – Evalle

Prime area for something nasty to wait for prey. Bring it. I've got time to wash blood off my boots. ' - Evalle

Demons, please! I ain't your hell-monkey. Really don't have time for this! Nick

I am old, but the word to me means familiar, comfortable. Accustomed after long and venerable use. Not dilapidated and useless.

When you love something enough time races ahead like the wind chasing autumn leaves, sending them skipping and dancing out of reach, no matter how fast you run. But when you want something and must wait to get it, time stops

Maybe being so short has made me age slower, or something.

The wind blows hard among the pines Toward the beginning Of an endless past. Listen: you've heard everything.

A Wood in Sound The pine tree sways in the smoke, Which streams up and up. There's a wood in sound. My legs lose themselves Where the river mirrors daffodils Like faces in a dream. A cold wind and the white memory Of a sasanqua. Warm rain comes and goes. I'll wait calmly on the bank Till the water clears And willows start to bud. Time is singed on the debris Of air raids. Somehow, here and now, I am another.

Time Time like a lake breeze Touched his face, All thought left his mind. One morning the sun, menacing, Rose from behind a mountain, Singeing -like hope- the trees. Full awakened, he lit his pipe And assumed the sun-inhaling pose: Time poured down - like rain, like fruit. He glanced back and saw a ship Moving towards the past. In one hand He gripped the sail to eternity, And stuffed the universe into his eyes.

Our children grow old and elbow us into the grave.

It's like this, when you live in a place you've always lived in, where your family has always lived. You get to see things not only in space but in time too.

Once a possum was cooked in the house, people said, twenty years later you could smell it….

That's the way it is with me. I don't just see things as they are today. I see them as they were. I see them all around in time. And this is bad. Because it makes you think you know a place. Because it makes you think you know the people in it.

And isn't it funny, she thought, that it takes two generations to kill off a man? … First him, and then his memory. …

And isn't it funny, she thought, that it takes two generations to kill off a man? ... First him, and then his memory. . . .