Quotes About Time

Oh, Louisa, 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.

I ache, I rattle with supplements, and my grandchildren cannot believe I have ever been anything but prehistoric.

don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night. • F. SCOTT FITZGERALD, Tender Is the Night

The morning sagged and decided to last for several years.

The morning sagged and decided to last for several years. I couldn't remember the last time minutes and hours stretched so interminably.

Hay horas normales y hay horas yermas, en las que el tiempo se estanca y se desliza, donde la vida (la vida real) solo existe en otro lugar.

ha llevado un tiempo encontrar tu camino, nada más.

None of us lasts forever, do we? If I'm honest, seeing her like that was an unwelcome reminder of my own mortality. Of what I had been. Of what we all must become.

Wisdom and knowledge shall be the stability of thy times.

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 time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.

Those few seconds were the longest I could remember.

Bring Up the Bodies by Hilary Mantel and The Marlowe Papers by Ros Barber—are set several centuries ago.

to say sorry. Oh, Louisa, 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.

I'm dreading it," says Corinne. "Somehow thirty-one sounds like you might only be just past thirty, still almost technically in your twenties. Thirty-two sounds ominously close to thirty-five.

I had spent months wishing I had more free time. Now that I had it, I found the city was not a friendly place without money to burn.

Ho come l'impressione che non finirà mai

I listened to her litany of frustration and tried not to think about the time.

You know, Lily, perhaps some things just take longer than others. I think we'll get there, though.

Every blown leaf was a sign of impending decrepitude, every airborne bird a sign of hopes and dreams.

She got up and she sat down, plumping cushions, checking a clock for some invisible appointment.

Hay horas normales y hay horas yermas, en las que el tiempo se estanca y se desliza, donde la vida (la vida real) solo existe en otro lugar. Vi

I stared at my calendar, the pen stilled in my hand. This little patch of paper suddenly bore a whole heap of responsibility. I had a hundred and seventeen days in which to convince Will Traynor that he had a reason to live.

and waited to feel as if I had really started living. Nine months on I was still waiting.

Why is this not enough for you? Why am I not enough for you? Why could you not have confided in me? If we'd had more time, would this have been different?