Quotes About Time

She hadn't lived in the moment because she hadn't liked the moment she was living in.

It isn't the length of a relationship that matters, Lucas, it's the depth.

Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.

So we always keep the same hearts, though our outer framework fails and shows the touch of time.

Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.

We are always looking forward to the passing and ending of winter, but when summer is here it seems as if summer must always last. As I went across the fields that day, I found myself half lamenting that the world must fade again, even that the best of her budding and bloom was only a preparation for another spring-time, for an awakening beyond the coming winter's sleep.

We are ghosts of the people we used to be. -Dickensian, TV Series (2015– ), s01e17

But he [the gardener] works in a fourth dimension as well: time.

Can the theater teach us to wait? To forestall our satisfaction? Poems teach us how to wait. The natural world makes us wait. Erik Satie teaches us how to wait. And so does much music. Will YouTube teach us how to wait? Will YouTube teach us how to die?  

Narrative is an accumulation of knowledge about the future. We begin in the present and end in the present, and in the middle is an accumulation of future possibilities

People who are desperate are much more effective than people who have time to waste.

The past is never dead. It is not even past." —WILLIAM FAULKNER

There is no evidence that time heals all wounds, or even most wounds; instead, it freezes unnecessary enmity and makes it harder to overcome. (...) As Bertolt Brecht said, "As crimes pile up, they become invisible." And so I don't believe in an ideology of non-response.

It's always so cool to think you are looking at today is something other people have been looking at for centuries. It's the closest I've come to touching immortality, by reading the words of dead people.

Life is a lease and God is the landlord.

Like the garlic mustard in my garden and the roses on my fence, love has a funny way of blooming after years of being buried.

I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea -- We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.

It was only later that I wondered about it and tried to look back. But by then I could only see that there was once a time when we had walked apart; and then a time when we walked together.

I have some knowledge of the time that may be misspent, clinging to fictions and supposing them truths.

Sometimes the shortest journeys take longest, don't they?

They had been patient, all this time. They'd lived in darkness. They'd lived without salt, without scent. They'd fed themselves little scraps of pleasure, like pairings of cheese. Now she became aware if the minutes as they passed: she felt them, suddenly, for what they were, as fragments of her life, her youth, that were rushing away like so many drops of water, never to return.

The fitful sleeping makes the hours pass slowly; it seems to me the night has many nights in it?has years of nights!?through which, as if through drifts of smoke, I am compelled to stumble.

For she was the only one, of all of them, to have spared me a pleasant word; and suddenly I longed for time to pass, not for its own sake, but as it would take me back to her.

shall grow dry and pale and paper-thin—like a leaf, pressed tight inside the pages of a dreary black book and then forgotten.