Quotes About Time

Rahel's toy wristwatch had the time painted on it. Ten to two. One of her ambitions was to own a watch on which she could change the time whenever she wanted to (which according to her was what Time was meant for in the first place).

Thirty-one. Not old. Not young. But a viable die-able age.

But can we, should we, let apprehensions about the future immobilize us in the present?

One of her ambitions was to own a watch on which she could change the time whenever she wanted to (which according to her was what Time was meant for in the first place)

It was the kind of time in the life of a family when something happens to nudge its hidden morality from its resting place and make it bubble to the surface and float for a while. In clear view. For everyone to see.

History would be a revelation of the future as much as it was a study of the past.

History is really a study of the future, not the past.

The frozen flowers never go away. They hang around somewhere all the time. I think we need to talk about vases. Did you hear the sound of the white flower?

She could hear her hair growing.

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. Over

Something lay buried in the ground. Under grass. Under twenty-three years of June rain. A small forgotten thing. Nothing that the world would miss. A child's plastic wristwatch with the time painted on it. Ten to two, it said.

Vi?as kv?l?k? v?l?šan?s bija, lai vi?ai b?tu pulkstenis, kam vi?a var?tu main?t laiku, kad vien v?l?tos (tam, vi?aspr?t, Laiks ar? dom?ts).

History in live performance.

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life it purloined.

India lives in several centuries at the same time.

Now they were old. Old enough. A viable, die-able age.

Like an old man with rheumy eyes watching children play, seeing only transience in their shrill elation and their wholehearted commitment to life.

TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGIN' begum Dil Afroze was a well-known opportunist who believed, quite literally, in changing with the times. When the Movement seemed to be on the up and up, she would set the time on her wristwatch half an hour ahead to Pakistan Standard Time. When the Occupation regained its grip she would reset it to Indian Standard Time. In the Valley the saying went, 'Begum Dil Afroze's watch isn't really a watch, it's a newspaper. Q 1: What is the moral of the story?

Half an hour past midnight. Death came for him. And for the little family curled up and asleep on a blue cross-stitch counterpane? What came for them? Not death Just the end of living. (304)

It was the kind of time in the life of a family when something happens to nudge its hidden morality from its resting place and make it bubble to the surface and float for a while. In clear view.

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined.

É curioso como às vezes a memória da morte vive por muito mais tempo que a memória da vida que ela roubou.

The moment passed in a heartbeat. But it did not matter. What mattered was that it existed. To be present in history, even as nothing more than a chuckle, was a universe away from being absent from it, from being written out of it altogether. A chuckle, after all, could become a foothold in the sheer wall of the future.

Although moral truths are eternal, their actual application is subject to temporal modification.