Quotes About Time

When in doubt, take more time.

Mail your packages early so the post office can lose them in time for Christmas.

For days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow, but phone calls taper off.

Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears, you are someone else I am still right here.

My body is a journal in a way. It's like what sailors used to do, where every tattoo meant something, a specific time in your life when you make a mark on yourself, whether you do it yourself with a knife or with a professional tattoo artist.

He thought of hanging himself, to pass the time.

Time passes. I drift in and out. As if I cease to be, until I remember to exist again.

I've spent lots of time in London, I studied in London, I like London. It's just not my home.

Gottes Wort beansprucht meine Zeit. Gott selbst ging ein in die Zeit und will, dass ich ihm meine Zeit gebe. Christsein ist nicht die Sache eines Augenblicks, sondern es will Zeit.

I think people get bored of grief," said Natasha. "It's like you're allowed some unspoken allotted time—six months maybe—and then they get faintly irritated that you're not 'better,' like you're being self-indulgent hanging on to your unhappiness.

How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death?

Life is short, right? We both know that. Well, what if you're my chance? What if you are the thing that's actually going to make me happiest?

There are normal hours, and then there are invalid hours, where time stalls and slips, where life---real life---seems to exist at one remove.

If all we are allowed is hours, minutes, I want to be able to etch each of them on to my memory with exquisite clarity so that I can recall them at moments like this, when my very soul feels blackened.

Everything takes time... and that's something that your generation find it a lot harder to adjust to. You have all grown up expecting things to go your way almost instantaneously. You all expect to live the lives you chose. Especially a successful young man like yourself. But it takes time.

you can hang on to your hurt out of some misplaced sense of pride, or you can just let go and relish whatever precious time you have.

The morning dragged and lasted two years.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a

Ci sono ore normali, e poi ci sono ore invalide, durante le quali il tempo si ferma e scivola via, in cui la vita - la vita reale - sembra scorrere su un binario parallelo.

And that's something that your generation find it a lot harder to adjust to. You have all grown up expecting things to go your way almost instantaneously. You all expect to live the lives you chose. Especially a successful young man like yourself. But it takes time.

Time flew, and each ended the night full and happy, with the rare glow that comes from knowing your very being has been understood by somebody else, and that there might just be someone out there who will only ever see the best in you.

Did I imagine it all? Sometimes I think I've made what happened between Will and me so much bigger in my head. Like how can I have loved someone that much in such a short time? And all these things I think about the two of us - did we actually feel what I remember? The further we get from it, the more those six months just seem like this weird... dream.

Life is short, right? We both know that. Well, what if you're my chance?

Why had I wasted so much time worrying about what was not important?