Quotes About Time

Acum nu este Acum, ci Mereu. (...) Trecutul nu mai este un secret, prezentul este prea subÈ›ire, c?ci se uzeaz? zi de zi, iar viitorul înseamn? îmb?trânire...

Ich glaube, ich werde älter; so jung schon fängt das an.

Our journey wasn't easy, though often curious: I bored her with my experience of life, she made me old by waiting from morning to evening, wherever we were, for my enthusiasm . . .

Sehen Sie«, sagte er und zuckte die Achseln, »wir haben so Erinnerungen, wir Menschen. Sie halten uns immer wieder auf; all die Jahre denkt man an irgendeinen Morgen, einen Freitag, einen Morgen mit Oliven … Sie müssen das verstehen.«

Jemand sagte mir, daß Dinge, die wir für Erinnerung halten, Gegenwart sind. Es überzeugt. Dann wieder verwirrt es. Denn es nimmt den Dingen, die uns begegnen, schlechterdings die Zeit, und oft weiß ich nicht mehr, wo in meinem Leben ich mich eigentlich befinde. Das ist sehr abenteuerlich. Ich treffe Leute, die gar nicht mehr sind, und rede mit ihnen.

What I heard was the usual story: marriage, a child (which I didn't quite catch, obviously, otherwise I shouldn't have asked again later on), then the war, a prison camp, return to Düsseldorf and so on; it shook me to think how time passes, how we grow older.

To keep on looking at one's wristwatch, just in order to convince oneself that time is passing is absurd. Time has never yet stood still just because a person is bored and stands at the window, not knowing what he is thinking.

ein guter Abend, mehr als Zeitvertreib. Wenn jeder auf ein paar Gedanken kommt, die er nicht schon gehabt und früher ausgesprochen hat, dank der Gegenwart des andern.

Wenn die Haut empfindet, wie der Sand trocknet auf der Haut, wie die Sonne, wie der Wind, wie das ist für die Haut und das Hirn ... Er vergißt nicht seine Rolle, nicht die nächsten Verpflichtungen, die sich ergeben aus dieser Rolle; Termine, er vergißt nicht einmal die Weltlage. Es ist allerlei, was er nicht vergißt in dieser dünnen Gegenwart.

the most essential statement in Swiss writing seems to be a certain regret that the nineteenth century is moving further and further away.

a woman with time on her hands in the morning, a woman who wanders about before she is dressed, for example, rearranging flowers in a vase and talking about love and marriage, is something no man can stand, I believe, unless he dissembles.

In general, only the future counted for her, and to a slight extent the present; but she had no interest at all in past experiences, like all young people.

What child, whilst summer is happening, bothers to think that summer will end? What child when snow is on the ground stops to remember that not long ago the ground was snowless?

In our parents' day the nightly news communicated the catastrophe. Now it is a matter of minutes. We've barely processed one crisis, and then we hear of another.

Feeling fearful about tomorrow? Do like the disciples—spend time with Jesus. Talk to him. Read his words. Reflect on his life and love for you. He has power and strength like none other, and he's more than willing to share some with you.

Beneath the epidermis of today's deeds are the unresolved actions of years past.

Así que humíllense ante el gran poder de Dios y, a su debido tiempo, él los levantará con honor. Pongan todas sus preocupaciones y ansiedades en las manos de Dios, porque él cuida de ustedes». (1 Pedro 5.6, 7 NTV)

There are certain things no one can do for you. One of those is spending time with God.

Write today's worries in sand. Chisel yesterday's victories in stone. Pick up the stone of the past.

Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. Ephesians 5:15–16 NIV

Spend all your love on her now. Forget not the hands, though spotted, The hair, though thinning, The eyes, though dim, For they are a part of you. And when they are gone, a part of you is gone.

No life is too short or too long. You will live your prescribed number of days. You might change the quality of your days but not the quantity.

LA PACIENCIA ES LA ALFOMBRA ROJA POR LA QUE SE ACERCA A NOSOTROS LA GRACIA DE DIOS.

Maybe, if you had your way, your day would never end. Every moment demands to be savored. You resist sleep as long as possible because you love being awake so much. If you are like that, congratulations. If not, welcome to the majority.