Quotes About Time

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.

She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby's neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in his forehead, and thought how people start with wrinkles and end with wrinkles, grow into their skin and then live to grow out of it again.

Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don't make sense.

I couldn't see what was real until time had washed away everything else.

You have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

More than a thousand days we've been together, more than a thousand songs I've sung for her, and only now, I think, do I see Saren truly begin to heal.

But fluttery hope suggested that when she was ready to open back up, perhaps all emotions wouldn't be stones-pressing-chest horrible. She had no specific expectations. She just contemplated that bird's heartbeat inside her and considered it was time to take a chance.

We tend to think of life as linear. As if each moment, each year, has to be better than the last, and if it's not, we failed.So be patient with yourself, Josie. Don't judge yourself by any one moment. Allow yourself room to change

Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn. The question is, are we smart enough to figure for ourselves?

Twenty-two hours, forty-seven minutes, and eighteen seconds to go!" she said to herself. Not long until her best friends till The End, Raven Queen and Cedar Wood, would return to Ever After High. At last! They both lived far, far away, and calls on the MirrorPhone just weren't the same as a friend by your side.

Twenty-two hours, forty-seven minutes, and eighteen seconds to go!

Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

The only guarantee we are given when we are born is that we will die.

How can you say that so casually? You're talking about the possible death of hundreds of people, yourself included." He gave a negligent shrug. "Wrong place, wrong time. Life sucks.

I had no schedule, no plan for today or the next, or the week after. Everything in my life just seemed to kind of roll together, collect speed and go thundering downhill.

Patience comes to those who wait.

Like a dream, Whatever I enjoy Will become a memory; The past is not revisited.

That part won't be hard at all; It's easy to love something when you know it's only for a finite amount of time.

The past is never really gone. It only lies in wait for you, remembered or forgotten.

She was the clock, a clock that had lost its key, unwinding in the dark.

We're always living days we can never get back. So we make new ones. That's all.

It's a natural thing, little girl, to let a memory fade. Like chiseling stone. If the carving is shallow, then the picture just wears itself away. And even if it is chiseled in good and deep, the edges still smooth out, soften. Time has a kindness like that. That's as it should be…

Have you ever thought, " he said after a moment, "that perhaps...all of this could have happened before? That the people of the Time Before, no matter how weak we think them, that they were only making the mistakes of their ancesters and that we, in turn, are only making the same mistakes as them? Technology or no? That the time changes but people do not, and so we are never really moving forward, only around a bend? That the world only ever turns in circles. do you think that could be so?

What if the Ancients used the number of ticks to mark the time of day, instead of the height of the sun or moon? so highmoon could happen here.." "That way highmoon is not the time; highmoon is happening at the different time every night. If you're counting the ticks as time.