Quotes About Time

Hopelessness has surprised me with patience.

They managed to find time... to tell me that there was no chance of my being accepted for service and that really I should be surprised to still be alive.

I'm amazed at how adventurous and how dangerous the music was, and still is. I haven't heard anything like it since. I'm quite surprised, because a lot of the music on there we never heard at the time.

We never thought 'Say Something' would be a holiday song. I'm still surprised that it's resonating at this time of year. Maybe that's why it's working so well - it balances out all the joy.

I think confidence does come with time, and I've been really surprised by that, actually.

I can't remember how many years it's been since I last saw a David Parsons program or what I saw whenever it was, but that isn't surprising, since I can't really remember the first half of a David Parsons program while I'm watching the second half.

One of the things I admire about longer stories is the way writers can work with dead time and slower, more idle moments - not only can they feel expansive, they feel lived-in; the unhurried pacing often makes the endings even more resonant and surprising for me.

If I could turn back the clock, magically deleting my prostate cancer, the surgery I needed and its complications, would I do so? It seems an odd question. But I find it surprisingly hard to answer.

I find the past so fascinating. Photographs are strange, almost surreal, almost here yet gone. I slip into thinking what the past must have been like and I enjoy creating that ambience and atmosphere - 1730 to around 1870 is the most interesting period.

'Friends' and 'Cold Feet' seem like a lifetime ago. That whole period is like a weird, bizarre blip or a surreal dream.

Its a surreal feeling. You work on something for a long time, for two years, and then the promotion of it all happens very quickly.

People are impatient. They want things to happen overnight, and have no idea of the circumstances and situations that can surround an individual at times.

Now, the story makes no reference to specific years—it uses that eighteen-followed-by-a-dash business which writers were so fond of in those days, I've never understood why

Booze takes a lot of time and effort if you're going to do a good job with it.

Then I said something. I said, Suppose, just suppose, nothing had ever happened. Suppose this was for the first time. Just suppose. It doesn't hurt to suppose. Say none of the other had ever happened. You know what I mean? Then what? I said.

But dying is for the sweetest ones. And he remembers sweetness, when life was sweet, and sweetly he was given that other lifetime.

Booze takes a lot of time and effort if you're going to do a good job with it.

Iba a contaros algo -empezó Mel-. Bueno, iba a demostrar algo. Veréis: sucedió hace unos meses, pero sigue sucediendo en este mismo instante, y es algo que debería hacer que nos avergoncemos cuando hablamos como si supiéramos de qué hablamos cuando hablamos de amor.

All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory

Then i don't know I remembered how he was when he was nineteen, the way he looked, running across this field to where his dad sat on a tractor, hand over his eyes, watching Wes run toward him - Chef's House

Two days ago, in the afternoon, Amanda said to me, I can't read books any more. Who has the time? It was the day after Oliver had left, and we were in this little café in the industrial part of the city. Who can concentrate any more? she said, stirring her coffee. Who reads? Do you read? (I shook my head.) Somebody must read, I guess. You see all these books around in store windows, and there are those clubs. Somebody's reading, she said. Who? I don't know anybody who reads.

And isn't the past inevitable, now that we call the little we remember of it "the past"? – WILLIAM MATTHEWS, from Flood

I'm not a frivolous man, nor am I, in my opinion, a serious man. It's my belief a man has to be a little of both these days. I believe, too, in the value of ahrd work-the harder the better. A man who isn't working has got too much time on his hands, too much time to dwell on himself and his problems.

You'll be surprised to see what can collect in a mattress over the months, over the years. Every day, every night of our lives, we're leaving little bits of ourselves, flakes of this and that, behind. Where do they go, these bits and pieces of ourselves?