Quotes About Time

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. On the Anvil

We would be wrong to think this change happens overnight. But we would be equally wrong to assume change never happens at all.

His history is redeemed not in minutes but in lifetimes.

Here they all were together, idle above their fields, nobody hoeing, godlike; nobody weeding, New Year's in summer.

We age not by years but by events and our emotional reactions to them.

It is a waste of time to see people who have only a social surface to show. I will make every effort to find out the real person, but if I can't, then I am upset and cross. Time wasted is poison.

Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn.

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

I am here alone for the first time in weeks, to take up my "real" life again at last. That is what is strange—that friends, even passionate love, are not my real life unless there is time alone in which to explore and to discover what is happening or has happened. Without the interruptions, nourishing and maddening, this life would become arid. Yet I taste it fully only when I am alone here and "the house and I resume old conversations.

I feel cluttered when there is no time to analyze experience. That is the silt—unexplored experience that literally chokes the mind.

Routine is not a prison, but the way into freedom from time. The apparently measured time has immeasureable space within it, and in this it resembles music. The routine I established

How cruel memory is, forgetful memory that drops whole lives out without a qualm!

In Texas there's so much space words have a way Of getting lost in the silence before they're spoken So people hang on a long time to what they have to say; And when they say it the silence is not broken, But it absorbs the words and slowly gives them Over to miles of white-gold plains and grey-green hills, And they are part of that silence that outlives them.

in Sante Fe time is not that shallow. There one can go deep into a continuity as the pueblos and the culture they represent take one back at least eight hundred years through a single Indian dance. For a European that continuity is life-giving.

The delights of the poet as I jotted them down turned out to be light, solitude, the natural world, love, time, creation itself. Suddenly after the months of depression I am fully alive in all these areas, and awake.

There is no need of words. Our lives will do, Long long enough to learn all of our love, While time, the river, flows gently below, Having no false eternities to prove. The night is full of unspent tenderness And in its silences we rest apart. There is no need of words with which to bless The daily bread, the wine of the full heart. Here are the peaceful days we cannot share. Here is our peace at last, and we not there.

photographs freeze the current of life.

People who have regular jobs can have no idea of just this problem of ordering a day that has no pattern imposed on it from without. The light goes early.

Today I feel centered and time is a friend instead of the old enemy.

O, in this single hour I live, All of myself and do not move. I, the pursued, who madly ran, Stand still, stand still and stop the sun!

It takes a long time, all one's life, to learn to love one person well-with enough distance, with enough humility...

All great achievements require time.

We spend precious hours fearing the inevitable. It would be wise to use that time adoring our families, cherishing our friends and living our lives.

Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence—neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish—it is an imponderably valuable gift.