Quotes About Time

Much has been said of the uses of history. They are no doubt many, yet do not apply equally to all: but it is quite sufficient to make it a study worth our pains and time, that it satisfies the desire which naturally arises in every intelligent mind to know the transactions of the country, of the globe in which he lives. Facts, as facts, interest our curiosity and engage our attention.

Time commences with mutable things; if they perish, it perishes with them.

When we say that God is infinite, we do not mean that He is of immeasurable size and duration, but that He is beyond all space and time. He is neither in space nor in time; for this reason He is eternal and infinite, and therefore He is also incomprehensible.

I lie alone under the mocking sky. The midnight hours indifferently walk by.

Time's hidden ways thine eyes reveal to me: Deep in their vision broods the memory Of all the myriad lives thy soul has known, Thou passionate pilgrim of eternity!

Do not fear death; but stay on earth as long as you can.

I know that I am a charmer, for when I wait Time always stands still.

I don't know that I believe in the supernatural, but I do believe in miracles, and our time together was filled with the events of magical unlikelihood.

So if you go from the hippie thing to more of a Gatsby community, so what? Life is short and you have an opportunity to explore as much of it as fortune and time allow.

If interstellar travel is as time- or energy- demanding as the above figures indicate, it is far from obvious what the motive for colonization might be.

The less I'm in a hurry, the quicker the results seem to happen. With patience, the quality of my experience has a depth that can't be measured bon the clock, but by the timelessness of my experience.

As you sit there dealing with your own mind, remember this: when interacting with thoughts in your head, or when interacting with another person in life, and something is thought or said to you that upsets you and makes you want to fight or flee, wait twenty-four hours before you respond.

Oh, hi. I been married thirteen years, and lemme tell you, it's a thrill to be out of the house. I never get out of the house. I stay home all the time. I never do anything fun 'cause I'm a housewife. I hate the word "housewife." I prefer to be called "domestic goddess."

Fairies don't live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.

Ich war fünf. Mit fünf weiß man nicht, was man zu erwarten hat. Man weiß auch mit zwölf nicht, was man zu erwarten hat. Vielleicht weiß man nie, was man zu erwarten hat.

Eden is a conversation. It is the conversation of the human with the Divine. And it is the reverberations of that conversation that create a sense of place. It is not a thing, Eden, but a pattern of relationships, made visible in conversation. To live in Eden is to live in the midst of good relations, of just relations scrupulously attended to, imaginatively maintained through time. Altogether we call this beauty.

Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.

We can know what love is. It's adults who have forgotten, so they cling to their poor substitute and yell at kids who dare to live with real love. Pure love. Love without compromise or distraction. Hell, when you're a kid you've got all the energy and all the free time in the world. You'll never have the chance to devote more to love ever again in your life.

I'm still not ready to believe time heals wounds, but I think maybe something else does. We heal wounds. Not time. Us.

People have been telling me that "time heals all wounds" my entire life. I never really believed them—scabs and scars form, I figured, but I didn't imagine that the wounds themselves ever truly healed. They just lurk beneath the new surface, as raw and as sensitive as the day they were made. They're just not visible any longer. They're just not exposed. I'm still not ready to believe time heals wounds, but I think maybe something else does. We heal wounds. Not time. Us.

And how will I be able to say good-bye to her? I'll have to, of course. Before I take myself out of the equation for good. Because that time is still coming. It has to. That time lives in the future, even as the present hurtles toward it, the two on an inevitable collision course.

that night, I don't bother asking the voice if it's time yet. Because for the first time that I can remember, I don't want to know.

This is where. This is where it will happen. This is where I will do it. When the time comes. I've fired a gun once in my life. I'll do it again. When the time comes.

Another year down. Ten years. No one said anything. No one ever says anything. Nothing online. Nothing in the Sunday edition of the "Lowe County times"--"the Loco"--that Mom still has delivered every week. Memory holes are efficient.