Quotes About Time

Our bodies forgot, left things behind, without our hearts meaning to. Then the things that were left behind curled up somewhere deep inside us, and hunkered down. Time didn't move at the same speed for them, so they always left a lump, something unresolved.

If Dad's spirit needed pacifying, well, this life would have to be enough. It was the truest prayer I had to offer. Since what happened with Dad, we'd stopped wasting our lives, wasting time. We'd given up thinking about things as though we understood them, or even as though we could, and committed to living our days like a continuous length of thread we were each spinning.

That resplendent space created by a piece of fiction can really expand the width of time... Clearly there is a spot somewhere inside our heads that records the feelings we had when we read the book, and it stays with us forever

Il tempo si allunga e si contrae. Quando si allunga, come una gomma ci imprigiona all'infinito nelle sue braccia. Non lascia liberi così facilmente. Ci troviamo risospinti nel luogo dove eravamo prima, o abbandonati nel buio, dove non si sposta neanche di un secondo, ignorando i nostri sensi tesi e gli occhi serrati.

Il tempo che niente può fermare non scorre solo per piangere sulle cose perdute ma anche per ottenere un'infinità di momenti bellissimi, uno dopo l'altro. Ah, questo è un piccolo premio, pensai.

Tutte le cose di questo mondo un giorno non ci saranno più, e non importa quanta voglia avremo di andare: non si potrà più andare. E allora in questa vita voglio accumulare tantissimi ricordi.

Quizás así, el tiempo que se ha detenido en nosotros vuelva a fluir.

As time passed, I began to sense that the sleepiness I'd felt—sleepiness so fierce it was almost amusing—was gradually, ever so gradually, draining from my body. My feet were swollen, my room got all messy, dark pockets formed under my eyes. I didn't particularly want the money, the work was pointless, and so it was extremely difficult.

no es que nuestro tiempo se haya detenido. Las cosas van experimentando un cambio constante aunque éste sea tan lento que apenas se perciba.

Time expands and contracts. When it expands, it's like pitch: it folds people in its arms and holds them forever in its embrace. It doesn't let us go very easily. Sometimes you go back again to the place you've just come from, stop and close your eyes, and realize that not a second has passed, and time just leaves you there, stranded, in the darkness.

In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions, much of one's life history is etched in the senses. And things of no particular importance, or have irreplaceable things, can suddenly resurface in a cafe one winter night.

There was all the time in the world. In the endless repetition of other nights, other mornings, this moment, too, might become a dream.

Alles kommt aus dem Nil, und alles verschwindet im Nil. Der Gott der Sonne zieht am Mittagshimmel entlang, reist abends durch die Unterwelt und kehrt am Morgen wieder zurück.

Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely. Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

If I'd known things would end this way, we could have gone and done all that stuff instead of making excuses about my job, about how your mother couldn't spare the time

El pavor que infunde el río es el pavor y la inmensidad inescrutable que suscita el fluir del tiempo

Tu e io non abbiamo mica la fortuna contro, no? Siamo solo inghiottiti da questa atmosfera, non credi? Adesso è impossibile. Ma è solo adesso, che è impossibile, vero?

It always seems like such a waste preparing a meal for one,' Nakajima said. 'A waste of food and a waste of time. But I don't feel that way at all when I'm cooking for two.

L'unica cosa di cui ho paura è il passare del tempo, il ramo del salice accarezzato dal sole che un attimo dopo è scosso da un tifone, il ciliegio in fiore che perde tutti i suoi petali.

That's the advantage of insomnia. People who go to be early always complain that the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime. You get a lot done

Love is the kind of thing that's already happening by the time you notice it, that's how it works, and no matter how old you get, that doesn't change. Except that you can break it up into two entirely distinct types -- love where there's an end in sight and love where there isn't.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.

Whate'er there be of Sorrow I'll put off till To-morrow, And when To-morrow comes, why then 'T will be To-day and Joy again.

As Eve was the only cook in all Christendom at the time, the idea of not coming home to dinner never occurred to Adam.