Quotes About Time

If you don't have the time to do something right, where are you going to find the time to fix it?

Can I be blunt on this subject? If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.

The scholar's greatest weakness: calling procrastination research.

The past is obdurate.

The good thing about being old, is you don't have to worry about dying young.

I am always chilled and astonished by the would-be writers who ask me for advice and admit, quite blithely, that they don't have time to read. This is like a guy starting up Mount Everest saying that he didn't have time to buy any rope or pitons.

The mystery of the universe is not time but size.

Time heals all wounds.

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it's too late.

Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.

Time is a keyhole, he thought as he looked up at the stars. Yes, I think so. We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do - the wind that blows through the keyhole- is the breath of all the living universe.

She nods. You're good for the ones you love. You want to be good for the ones you love, because you know that your time with them will end up being too short, no matter how long it is.

I changed it. I had to. Do you know why? She studied him, her eyes grave. Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

You just couldn't get hold of the things you had done and turn them right again. Such power might be given to the gods, but it was not given to men and women, and that was probably a good thing. Had it been otherwise, people would probably die of old age still trying to rewrite their teens.

The town has a sense, not of history, but of time, and the telephone poles seem to know this. If you lay your hand against one, you can feel the vibration from the wires deep within the wood, as if souls had been imprisoned in there and were struggling to get out.

Even people capable of living in the past don't really know what the future holds.

Another part of getting older: you forgot what you wanted to remember, and remembered what you wanted to forget.

I loved you then and I love you now and I have loved you every second in between.

Passing time adds false memories and modifies real ones.

The three true ages of man are youth, middle age, and how the fuck did I get old so soon?

I believe the first draft of a book — even a long one — should take no more than three months…Any longer and — for me, at least — the story begins to take on an odd foreign feel, like a dispatch from the Romanian Department of Public Affairs, or something broadcast on high-band shortwave duiring a period of severe sunspot activity.

In the Land of Memory the time is always Now . In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick... but their hands never move. There is an Unfound Door (O lost) and memory is the key which opens it.