Quotes About Time

My eyes flipped open at exactly six A.M. This was no avian fluttering of the lashes, no gentle blink toward consciousness. The awakening was mechanical. A spooky ventriloquist-dummy click of the lids: The world is black and then, showtime! 6-0-0 the clock said -in my face, first thing I saw. 6-0-0. It felt different. I rarely woke at such a rounded time. I was a man of jagged risings: 8:43, 11:51, 9:26. My life was alarmless.

If you couldn't find something in thirty seconds, you were losing money, his father always said. Return phone calls immediately was another rule Clay had been taught to obey.

I just want to live until I can't anymore.

Because that means the day has ended. I like checking days off a calendar—151 days crossed and nothing truly horrible has happened. 152 and the world isn't ruined. 153 and I haven't destroyed anyone. 154 and no one really hates me. Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore.

Sixty seconds is a long time to know you are dying.

If you're always early, you're never late.

who spends so much time worrying about

them since they were built. The old people sit, gray and pudding-like

6-0-0. It felt different. I rarely woke at such a rounded time. I was a man of jagged risings: 8:43, 11:51, 9:26. My life was alarmless.

Habían insistido que me quedara..., insistido con la misma urgencia con la que en otros tiempos se habían arrojado sobre el camarero para arrebatarle la cuenta de la cena: la hospitalidad entendida como una feroz fuerza de la naturaleza.

When do you turn sixteen again?" "July thirteenth

showtime! 6-0-0 the clock said—in my face, first thing

This is the unforgiving light of morning,' I whispered back. 'Time to drop the illusion.

Flash of Marian, now bones in a coffin, a white satin ribbon wrapped around dried blonde curls, like some bouquet gone stale.

Es la hora de romper la ilusión.

Eight years standing in lines, they say. Six years peeing. Put like that, life was grim.

supongo que para eso están los maridos. Para señalar lo que no somos capaces de ver por nosotras mismas, incluso aunque hagan falta cinco años.

On the pavement near my car are the smashed skeletons of two baby birds, their flattened beaks and wings making them look reptilian. They've been there for a year. I can't resist looking at them each time I get in my car. We need a good flood, wash them away.

No time!" I called. There was, alas, all the time in the world now, but it wasn't socially acceptable to say, "No patience!

This year's vintage is best enjoyed this year. Let's begin.

I have never intentionally hurt anyone, myself," he said, with a different, less incisive emphasis, and waited again – for a long time. For the first time, in all these many days, I had given him no help. There was no more time. He gripped the table with both hands as if he was holding on to it. "But I was there," he said then, in a curiously dry and tired tone of resignation. These few sentences had taken almost half an hour to pronounce. "So yes

Why do we need time travel? All the answers come down to one. To elude death.

Back to the company. Back to business. Back to the parade of years. Back to the annals. Back to fear.

Maybe. We're all equals at the dark gate, no? The sands run for us all. Life is but a flicker shouting into the jaws of eternity. But it seems so damned unfair!