Quotes About Time

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

Why does every "now" have to be ruined by what will be?

Waiting was sometimes the most proactive thing a person could do.

And what did I think when I was small and why did I forget? And what else will I forget when I grow older? And if you forget is it as if it never happened? Will none of the things you saw or thought or dreamed matter?

how can you love a little cat so much in such a short short time?

I am five, I will never understand why we are stranded in our selves but in this moment I know my own story is understanding our singleness that I am destined to move my body and time into the body-time the story of Others.

I saw the sky move inside you as it comes sometimes inside me, blowing time around like a cloud

going, but that was OK. Good, honest hard work: burying the dead. Took an hour to dig a hole

she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.

I should like to freeze in time all those I do love...Rather like flowers pressed between the pages of a book!

For every wound, the ointment of time.

I should like to freeze in time all those I do love, keep them somehow safe from the ravages of the passing years..."Rather like flowers pressed between the pages of a book!

If you didn't yearn for something, you wouldn't be disappointed- and anyway, relationships were a waste of time.

To change. May it be quick and merciful.

Long as you remember, ain't nothin' really gone.

The next two weeks pass in a whirlwind.

And to live in those rooms, where one of his smiles might emerge, like something almost from another place, another time, another set of creatures, was to feel blessed, and to be held in mysteriousness, and a little in mourning.

When he loved me, I looked out at the world as if from inside a profound dwelling, like a burrow or a well, I'd gaze up, at noon, and see Orion shining—when I thought he loved me, when I thought we were joined not just for breath's time, but for the long continuance

And no, he does not want to meet again, in a year—when we part, it is with a dry bow and Good-bye.

Dread and sorrow reaching, in time, into every reach

A week later, I said to a friend: I don't think I could ever write about it. Maybe in a year I could write something. There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in school.

Children don't wait for you to spend time with them. They grow up with or without you.

when it was time to go back to get ready

The promises of the future cannot undo the harm of the past.