Quotes About Time

I'm not a great hoper, Wade, I guess. We're not walking fast. Others pass us. I just go in for generic hopes. That good comes to me, that I do little harm and die in my sleep.

Things you did,things you never did,things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.

Cosas que hiciste. Cosas que nunca hiciste. Cosas que soñaste. Al cabo de un largo tiempo se juntan todas.

What a person becomes in such a situation is paralyzed—caught in one long, sustained, intolerable present. Who

What they talked about and what was in the air was only the present, interrupted by the long times between Monday and Friday. These absences made their closeness to each other even more paramount, since together was where they'd always, only been.

Cuál es la medida real de la amistad? Voy a decírselo a ustedes. Es la cantidad de tiempo que uno desperdicia con las desgracias y calamidades del otro.

The time since last April has gone by fast, in an almost technicolor-telescopic way—much faster than I'm used to having it go—which may be Florida's great virtue, instead of the warm weather: time goes by fast in a perfectly timeless way. Not a bit like Gotham, where you seem to feel every second you are alive, but somehow miss everything else.

Only time can write a song that's really really real The most a man can do is say the way its playing feels And know he only knows as much as time to him reveals

Progressivism, in short, was to a very considerable extent led by men who suffered from the events of their time not through a shrinkage in their means but through the changed pattern in the distribution of deference and power.

the time has come to rehabilitate rational discourse on the subject. It is hard to imagine a democratic society doing otherwise.

Time changes the places that knew us, and if we go back after years, still even then it is not the same spot; the gate swings differently, new thatch has been put on the old gables, the road has been widened, and the sward the driven sheep lingered on has gone. (Wild Flowers)

No such thing as time travel, he'd rumbled patiently, once. Only live with what you've done, and try in the future to do what you're happy to live with.

Was a time... Sure. And there was another fucking time the summers never seemed to end and you'd never paid for it in your life. Remember that? Time passes, Max - get over it. Skip the fucking nostalgia, let's get where we're at.

Residual biosystems glitches, they said, and told me it'd fade with time. I believed them, because in the end almost everything does.

It's not parole." The corps' deep-cover training came rocketing in across my mind like a flight of low-level strike jets, spinning vapor-trail lies on the edge of plausibility and half-known detail. Something inside me tilted with the joy of mission time. "You know what I went down for?

Fact remains—launch determines orbit, and Torres got a launch in life that put him low and in decay from the start. You just give it time and watch the sky.

Votre culture est trop superficielle pour comprendre la vie terrienne, et votre expérience est limitée. Aimer la même personne durant deux cent cinquante ans… À la fin, si vous y réussissez, si vous déjouez les pièges de l'ennui et de la complaisance, l'amour disparaît… remplacé par un sentiment proche de la vénération.

who knows how the data behind these metaphors has traveled, from where and for how long.

We're stuck, all of us, flailing around more or less creatively, washed up more or less conveniently, depending on luck. But stuck nonetheless, epoxied into life and circumstance, and always with limited options. The only question is what we do with those options, how we move forward into the time we have remaining.

And he remembered then where he was, remembered how he'd come to be there, the years it had taken, and last of all he remembered he was old.

It's no time here. I am time here. I am all the time you need.

The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves, they find their own order . . . the continuous thread of revelation. EUDORA WELTY

But do you know how old I will be by the time I learn to really play the piano/act/paint/write a decent play?" Yes ... the same age you will be if you don't. So let's start.

The if I had time lie is a convenient way to ignore the fact that novels require being written and that writing happens a sentence at a time. Sentences can happen in a moment. Enough stolen moments, enough stolen sentences, and a novel is born - without the luxury of time.