Quotes About Time

Nos asombramos de no haber envejecido desde la última vez que nos vimos.

He living too far in the past.

The past doesn't haunt us, we haunt the past.

I remember, no matter how impossible it seemed that any given day would end, it always did. This one would, too.

Time moves only forward, never back. We look forward to a moment and then it arrives and an instant later it is gone. Like something on the surface of a river that we reached for but did not touch in time and it carried on, away. You cannot be a prisoner of your past against your will. Because you can only live in the past inside your mind.

As my friend Amy observed: Divorce is like a Polaroid picture. What truly happened will develop over time and you will see.

Despite evidence to the contrary, I hated drinking to the point that I misplaced really big slabs of time.

When your psychiatrist forgets to look at the clock and is hanging on your every word, that's when you know, out of all his patients, you are the sickest. He

When you're busy, you lack the time to fondle your emotional baggage. And if that sounds too reductive, remember we crawled from the swamp. Simple isn't such a terrible thing to be in this respect.

Then you get pubic hair and everything changes. Pubic hair signals the beginning of your demise. After pubic hair comes high school, college, work. By the time you've started working, you're ruined. And you will never make a friend as completely and easily as you did when you still wiped your nose on your sleeve.

The past does not haunt us. We haunt the past. We

You will, I am sure, agree with me that... if page 534 only finds us in the second chapter, the length of the first one must have been really intolerable.

Hell, I suppose if you stick around long enough they have to say something nice about you.

Don't think of them now. Never think of pain or danger or enemies a moment longer than is necessary to fight them. You're here. It's our time and our life, not theirs. Don't struggle not to be happy. You are. - John Gault

We'll meet again. We'll meet when years have passed, and years make such a difference, don't they?

That's a cute sentence: the years to come. Why are you so sure they're coming?

A moment or an eternity—did it matter? Life, undefeated, existed and could exist.

Through the dry phases of calculations in her mind, she noticed that she did have time to feel something: it was the hard, exhilarating pleasure of action.

The trees had protected it from time and weather, and from men who have less pity than time and weather.

and he said her name to fill the space of five years.

But those who were young had no thought left for spring and those who still thought were not young any longer.

It's only a matter of getting through the next few moments, she thought: take care of the next few moments, and then the next, a few at a time, and after a while it will be easier; you'll get over it, after a while.

They say sound never dies, but travels on in space--what happens to a man's heartbeats?--so many of them in fifty-six years--could they be gathered again, in some sort of condenser, and put to use once more?

You knew better than that. And it's such an old one to me. My antisocial stubbornness is so well-known that I didn't think anyone would waste time trying to tempt me again.