Quotes About Time

That when you have something important to do, you should simply do it. Because fear is a useless emotion that doesn't change anything." She rested her cheek against his chest. "And life is too short and too precious to spend any of it being afraid.

Time. She had to go home. As soon as the lunar eclipse occurred in three weeks. Because if she stayed here, she would die. Either from the bullet in her back, or from the pain that was slowly sinking talons into her.

He told me there was no past. Or should I say, that the past is always on and waiting.

We live in a time like dreaming.... The edges of our lives flutter and change as we watch them. Listen to the dream.

I have always lived in a world in which I'm just a spot in history. My life is not the important point. I'm just part of the continuum, and that continuum, to me, is a marvelous thing. The history of life, and the history of the planet, should go on and on and on and on. I cannot conceive of anything in the universe that has more meaning than that." [ Sheri S. Tepper: Speaking to the Universe , Locus Magazine, September 1998]

We're so old that the winds of age echo along our ribs and pick at our eye sockets. We could be gone tomorrow. A chill, say, or a little slip on the cliff side. I feel as fragile as a dried flower. I rattle a little in the moving air, but I'm only coherent dust-a shape of what once was. My essence is going.

La mejor manera de emplear tu tiempo es separarte de todo, y en la soledad de tu habitación, observar el caleidoscopio de este mundo desconocido.

Nocturne Midnight. The moon has set, and the Pleiades. The hours pass and pass, yet still I lie alone. Sappho

It takes just one unattended moment for an hour to pass.

At some point in the evening it becomes clear to me that I spent the day refusing to do anything I'd planned to do in the morning.

If a relationship is on-and-off within the first year, that's an immediate sign you are wasting your time.

So, she lets him see how afraid she is to be without him and he soon comes to feel as though he has a 100 percent hold on her. This is often the point when women begin to complain: "He doesn't make enough time for me.

When you treat your time together as something he has to do, you've taken something that was a pleasure and made it a chore. If you are nice, but you give of yourself with strings attached, the demand for reciprocity will send him several steps backward. Whenever you make him feel as though he has to see you, it will feel like work. When it's not an obligation to see you, the very same thing will feel like pleasure.

Some lovers were fortunate enough to grow old together. They'd grown old apart. She did not think him any less handsome. She only wished that she'd been there when the first line on his face had appeared, so that she could have stroked and kissed and cherished it.

We are all going to die soon. Do you really wish to waste time being angry at me?" "Yes. I remain an unrepentant optimist. If i see that I am about to die, or you, I will forgive you. But not until then, you bastard.

For the thousandth time he wished he'd just met her. That they were but two strangers traveling together, that such lovely, filthy thoughts did not break him in two, but were only a pleasant pastime as he slowly fell under the spell of her aloof beauty and her hidden intensity. … But no, they'd met long ago, in the furthest years of his childhood. Their chances had come and gone. All they had ahead of them were a tedious road and a final good-bye.

So far I have restrained myself. For how much longer, I do not know. I have never known such happiness, shot through with such misery. Only four days have passed, they tell me. But that is not true. It has been decades since I saw you last. You will find me a stooped old man when we meet again. Perhaps I might even need a pair of spectacles to recognize your veil. But I remain always, Your servant, C. One of Christian's onesided letters to the Baroness

Patience is an overrated virtue. It's much more fun to have what you want now—especially since there is no guarantee that a longer wait will produce better results.

Do you believe in reincarnation?" "I . . . I don't know." "I do. Next lifetime, let's not waste years upon years. Let's be friends from the very beginning.

You've changed, Fitz.' 'It's been eight years. Everyone changes.' 'I haven't changed.' The insight came to him like a match flaring. 'I can see how you've tried to remain the same. But no, you have changed, too. Once you thrilled to new horizons. Now all you want is to live in a monument to the way things might have been.

The doorbell rang. The glass slipped from his hand and broke at his feet. How long had she been gone? How did one keep track of time in Hell? He might have been in the study for days already, drinking himself into a state. But his servants hadn't returned to gaze aghast upon him yet, so it couldn't have been too long.

Because you can text while doing something else, texting does not seem to take time but to give you time. This is more than welcome; it is magical.

The real emergency may be parents and children not having conversations or sharing a silence between them that gives each the time to bring up a funny story or a troubling thought.

Whenever one has time to write, edit, and delete, there is room for performance.