Quotes About Time

You write a thing down because you're hoping to get a hold on it. You write about experiences partly to understand what they mean, partly not to lose them to time. To oblivion.

Woman A often thinks about growing old. At the same time, she often thinks back to those years when old age seemed a very distant thing, more like an option than a law of nature.

Golden hour, magic hour, l'heure bleue. Evenings when the beauty of the changing sky made us both go still and dreamy. Sunlight falling at an angle across the lawn so that it touched our elevated feet, then moved up our bodies like a long slow blessing.

I told the shrink: It would not make me happy at all not to miss him anymore. You can't hurry love, as the song goes. You can't hurry grief, either.

But that's what age is, isn't it? Slo-mo castration.

Death the only god who must come when he's called

Good days can last a long time if one tends to things with care and caution; all sensible people know that. That's why I think that sensible people have to be satisfied with the good days – for the grandest of days are costly indeed.

God only knows how much of a man there will be left of you when you take stock of yourself twenty years from now

There had been a time when he would have thought this serendipity happened because God was on his side. Now he sees the arrogance of that thought.

If there had been mile markers on the side of the road, they would have clicked off the years instead of the miles: 1994...1982...1974.

I waited for hours, until the day bloomed and eased itself over the sea.

We note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we've lost.

Why does causation run always from past to future, or does it make sense to think that the future might influence the past?

I can't think when I was last surprised by anything I did. No, I'll get my own thing going, I don't know, I'll . . .' He returned to his drink. Maybe he could have finished the sentence, but Charles had a feeling that there was nothing more to add. Mark only wanted the negative benefit of escape; he had no positive thoughts of where he could escape to. Time

Even if humans had not sinned, Jesus Christ would still have needed to come in the fullness of time, because only through that revelation is covenantal relationship realized in the fullest measure-as communion with the triune God.

Yesterday is History, Tomorrow a Mistery. Today is a gift, that's why they call it the present.

Moments recalled like friends. It was that way or another. We're fairly certain either way. Stories. They are with us. Time doesn't forsake. It doesn't soothe or decrease. Never.

The shutter of the photographer's camera makes that repeated mechanical sound. That unlocking and locking of the doors of light to send momentary images of the present into the light trap of the past.

Reality is brutal or painful or frightening, but waiting is a distillate of fear that corrodes and dissolves.

Time wounds all wholes. To exist in Time is to suffer through an endless exile, a successive severing from those precious few moments of feeling at home in the world.

This is what we did with our time; this is how we made it Our Time.

Forgetting is something time alone takes care of, but forgiveness is an act of volition, and only the sufferer is qualified to make the decision

Sobrevivir era un trabajo que requería todas las horas del día

The crux of the matter is, of course, the question of forgiveness. Forgetting is something that time alone takes care of, but forgiveness is an act of volition, and only the sufferer is qualified to make the decision.