Quotes About Time

The contrast between the familiar and the exceptional was everywhere around me. A bullock cart was drawn up beside a modern sports car at a traffic signal. A man squatted to relieve himself behind the discreet shelter of a satellite dish. An electric forklift truck was being used to unload goods from an ancient wooden cart with wooden wheels. The impression was of a plodding indefatigable and distant past that had crashed intact through barriers of time into its own future. I liked it.

Regret is a ghost of love. Regret is a nicer self that we send into the past from time to time, even though we know it's too late to change what we said, or did. We do it because it's human: a thing of our kind. We do it because we care, drawn by threads of shame that only fray and wither in the sea of regret.

Most of us pretend, with greater or lesser success, that the minute we live in is something we can share. But the past for every one of us is a desert island.

So when will be the time to get on the train? I think.....a little bit almost quite very soon and not long.

Jealousy, like the flawed love that bears it, has no respect for time or space or wisely reasoned argument. Jealousy can raise the dead with a single, spiteful taunt, or hate a perfect stranger for nothing more than the sound of his name.

Time, too, will die, just as we do, when the universe dies, and is born again. Time's a living thing, just as we are, with birth, longevity, and extinction. Time has a heartbeat, but it isn't ours, no matter how much of ourselves we sacrifice to it. We don't need Time. Time needs us. Even Time loves company.

Every day, when you're on the run, is the whole of your life. Every free minute is a short story with a happy ending.

The fully mature man or woman, he said, has about two seconds left to live.

each one of us, we all have to earn our future,' she said slowly. 'I think the future is like anything else that's important. It has to be earned. If we don't earn it, we don't have a future at all. And if we don't earn it, if we don't deserve it, we have to live in the present, more or less forever. Or worse, we have to live in the past. I think that's probably what love is—a way of earning the future.

Time is the web, and Fate is the spider.

But the past has a way of taking you to the right place at the wrong time, and that can be a storm inside.

Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting.

We have a saying in Marseilles: a man in no hurry gets nowhere fast.

Jealousy, like the flawed love that bears it, has no respect for time or space or wisely reasoned argument.

Every door is a portal leading through time as well as space. The same doorway that leads us into and out of a room also leads us into the past of the room and its ceaselessly unfolding future.

Waiting for nothing, that is what kills the heart of a man, isn't it?

Žmogus, kuris niekur neskuba, niekur greitai nepatenka.

I hate it when people take so long to drink a single glass. IT is like putting on a condom to masturbate.

Personality and personal identity are in some ways like co-ordinates on the street map drawn by intersecting relationships. We know who we are and define what we are by references to the people we love and our reasons for loving them. I was that point in space and time where Abdullah's wild violence intersected with Prabaker's happy gentleness

Time is a membrane, a connective tissue, and it can be bruised. Time can't heal all wounds:Time is all wounds. Only love and forgiveness heal all wounds

I knew that my life, there and then, was no more than a handful of sand squeezed into my clenched fist.

Let me put it another way. The agents of creation, the energy that actually animates the matter and the life that we think we see around us, cannot be measured or weighed or even put into time, as we know it. In one form, that energy is photons of light. The smallest object is a universe of open space to them, and the entire universe is but a speck of dust. What we call

So … when will it be the time for the getting on the train?' 'I think … a little bit almost quite very soon, and not long.

But how many of these people have real power, real destiny, real dynamique for their place, their time, and the lives of thousands of people?