Quotes About Time

Quella notte, avvolto nelle coperte, avrebbe ricordato quei pochi minuti di intensa sensazione del tempo che passava, del giorno che finiva.

The woman and the white-haired old man looked at the clock, as if it might tell them something about their situation and what they were supposed to do next.

Mostly I just kill time, he said, and it dies hard.

The most durable thing in writing is style, and style is the single most valuable investment a writer can make with his time.

I'm killing time and it's dying hard.

Time passed again. I don't know how long. I had no watch. They don't make that kind of time in watches anyway.

Mr Cobb was my escort. Such a nice escort, Mr Cobb. So attentive. You should see him sober. I should see him sober. Somebody should see him sober. I mean, just for the record. So it could become a part of history, that brief flashing moment, soon buried in time, but never forgotten - when Larry Cobb was sober.

Time makes everything mean and shabby and wrinkled. The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.

Such a nice escort, Mr. Cobb. So attentive. You should see him sober. I should see him sober. Somebody should see him sober. I mean, just for the record. So it could become a part of history, that brief flashing moment, soon buried in time, but never forgotten—when Larry Cobb was sober.

I lit a cigarette and dragged a smoking stand beside the chair. The minutes went by on tiptoe, with their fingers to their lips. I looked the place over. You can't tell anything about an outfit like that. They might be making millions, and they might have the sheriff in the back room, with his chair tilted against the safe.

The next hour was three hours long

The minutes went by on tiptoe, with their fingers to their lips.

There was a time when actors went in at the back door. Most of them still should.

The tragedy of life, is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.

I drove on through the piled masses of granite and down through the meadows of coarse grass where cows grazed. The same gaudy slacks and short shorts and peasant handkerchiefs as yesterday, the same light breeze and golden sun and clear blue sky, the same smell of pine needles, the same cool softness of a mountain summer. But yesterday was a hundred years ago, something crystallized in time, like a fly in amber

I guess you can snap her garter any time you want to, without much of a struggle. But there's one thing you can be sure of—you're a late comer to the show.

It takes a little time to get a visa to Mexico. They don't let just anybody in.

Mr. Cobb was my escort, she said. Such a nice escort, Mr. Cobb. So attentive. You should see him sober. I should see him sober. Somebody should him sober. I mean, just for the record. So it could become a part of history, that brief flashing moment, soon buried in time, but never forgotten — when Larry Cobb was sober.

and crime is the price we pay for it, and organized crime is the price we pay for organization. We'll have it with us a long time. Organized crime is just the dirty side of the sharp dollar.

I looked at my watch, put my pipe in an ashtray, and then had to look at my watch again to see what time it was

One day, everything will be like before again. And it is not like it.

They were never young and will never be old. They have no beauty, no charm, no style. They don't have to please anybody. They are safe. They

One time is much like another to death. She comes when she will. So why give over your mind to worry?

it is almost impossible in the heat of the moment to understand long-term consequences.