Quotes About Time

The rule's premise is that, regardless of whether one has an innate aptitude for an activity or not, mastery of it takes around ten thousand hours of focused, intentional practice.

Some people like to think that geniuses are so inherently extraordinary that they navigate their journeys with clairvoyant ease. This simply isn't true. Greatness does not come lightly. It requires that you make sacrifices of time, interests, and--sometimes--possessions.

If impatience would help, Lord Komawara, I would become impatient.

Memories haunted the Ghostwood, brittle as the twigs that splintered like tiny bones under Mark's boots. Sifting through drooping cedar boughs, the old wind muttered of things that waited in darkness without hope. To every question the Ghostwood had but one answer, made from sorrow, and loneliness, and time.

He noticed Miss Bettie was wearing a watch, a steel Rolex with diamond chips. "What time is it?" he asked. Miss Bettie glanced at him and laughed. "You do seem to have difficulty remembering, don't you? Well, then, I shall tell you. It's now , Joshua Cane. Always and only now.

The application of time and skill to frivolous things is the hallmark of civilized society

Our dreams go on forever, and our ambitions, and our hopes, and the great play of our ideas reaches for eternity. But we live in time. We die in time.

we can gain experience from the past, but we cant relive it. But we can hope for the future, Its always along side us, on the inside of us looking out. The past should not be allowed to evaporate but should exist only in memories.

Humans are replaceable, seconds are not."--Darth Chratis

My dad was diagnosed with cancer, so we ended up burying him a year to the day that he was diagnosed.

The years return us gradually to the afflictions and shames of childhood, it is a curiosity of existence.

I did not know that a person could hold up a wall made up of imaginary bricks and mortar against the horrors and cruel, dark tricks of time that assail us, and be the author therefore of themselves.

There's no soldier don't have a queer little spot in his wretched heart for his enemy, that's just a fact. Maybe only on account of him being alive in the same place and the same time and we are all just customers of the same three-card trickster.

It would all go on, for ever, the little glories of life.

What is this growing old, when even the engine that holds our despair and hope in balance begins to fail us.

Oh dear, oh dear, I sat there. I am sitting there still. I am old enough to know that time passing is just a trick, a convenience. Everything is always there, still unfolding, still happening. The past, the present, and the future, in the noggin eternally, like brushes, combs and ribbons in a handbag.

Now all my mother's things are dispersed also, and only this ladle has come from that time, passing through two or three sets of women's hands. It scoops the bath water well enough, the little boy's back glistens at me, with its slender spine, his skin as soft as gloves. I think of my grandmother, Bridget Dunne, and him, the past and the present. Her long set of bones lie in against the church in Kiltegan yard, his fidget below me.

A man's memory might have only a hundred clear days in it and he has lived thousands.

There is only a whisper of time between then and now, it seems to me. The clock of the heart does not follow the one on the mantelpiece.

Names, names, all passed away, forgotten, mere birdsong in the bushes of things.

Thousands die everywhere always. The world don't care much, it just don't mind much. That's what I notice about it. There is that great wailing and distress and then the pacifying waters close over everything, old Father Time washes his hands. On he plods to the next place.

She was altered by time and how he wished he was to be the man to comfort her in that and avow to her that no lessening of youth would bring a lessening of love

Thus we inaugurate the best time in the little kingdom we have pitched up against the darkness.

I am as late as the rabbit in Lewis Carroll.