Quotes About Time

A gift, she thought again, placing her mittened hand lightly on his leg, a gift to be able to know someone for so many years.

It is strange that the years teach us patience that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.

Past and future to him were the realities; the present dull, meaningless, only significant if, as now, going back along the sands, he could say to himself: 'Later on, I shall remember.

From somewhere–most certainly not from his mother–he had inherited a feeling that Sunday was a day of rest, and so he fretted through it, and always came to the end of it with a sense of wide ennui and wasted time.

There were no more long summers. The last was when she had played hide-and-seek with Vesey and the children. Since then the years had slipped by, each growing shorter than the one before. It had not seemed a long time, her married life. Summer and winter had run into one another. Betsy had not so much grown up as unrolled Ã¢â'¬â€œ as if she were all there at the beginning, but that each birthday unrolled more of her, made more visible, though suggesting more.

El tiempo pasaba. Era un hecho nada difícil de probar llegado el caso, aunque sucedían muy pocas cosas.

They are the hands he started out with,' she suddenly thought. 'Like all of us. Our faces, our bodies change, our manners, our hearts, but not our hands.

He told himself that it would soon be over: then he saw that tomorrow loomed, too, and – such was his mood – all the days of his life.

Yes, I'm his mother. We come in at the beginning and the end. The rest of the time they're too grand for us.

Un niño pequeño aprende algo nuevo cada día; un anciona olvida algo cada día. Los nombres desaparecen, las fechas ya no significan nada, las secuencias se tornan confusas y las caras borrosas. La primera infancia y la vejez son épocas agotadoras

Really I don't dislike to cook, but what you cook is eaten so quickly. When you sew, you have something that will last to show for your efforts.

Forever' means every day, every breath. Through the mistakes that we make, through the love that we share between our bodies, through illness we suffer, through sorrow, grief, and joy. All of it, Lara.

Days? Had it only been days? Does the heart count days, or even hours?

Books have their idiosyncrasies as well as people, and will not show me their full beauties unless the place and time in which they are read suits them.

High time they put the RAF in kilts.

I really would like to catapult myself back there in time and kick my own teeth in.)

I am no longer afraid of getting old. Indeed I can't believe I ever said anything so stupid. So childish. So offensive and arrogant. But mainly, so very, very stupid. I desperately want to grow old.

Truth is the daughter of time, not authority.'" And:

But mainly, so very, very stupid. I desperately want to grow old.

Elizabeth Winthrop

My imagination, my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time, how passion can surprise and renew, utterly failed me.

Age is a terrible avenger. The lessons of life give you so much to work with, but by the time you've got all this great wisdom, you don't get to be young anymore.

Never is a long time...and none of us lives to see its length.

Sunday was like Monday. If you wanted to live on the sea, that was how you lived, and it was a good life. But nothing changed, and you didn't know how many years had passed until it came to you that you were tired at the end of the day, and that was the only way you knew you were old. (The Queen of the Ivsira)