Quotes About Time

If there are three words in the English language worse than Got a minute? they can only be About last night...

One. Two. Three. Blink.

we'll save a lot on child care, since professors only work about three hours a week, so Tadd can stay home with them.

Staying alive was what we did to pass the time.

Maybe we shouldn't be living this way, without grass and trees, and ducks, always under pressure, always trying to catch up, never enough time or energy for the things we love, if we can even remember what those things are.

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

Time erodes us all.

And once he observed, This has been the longest night of my life, to which she replied, The dawn is wise enough to wait some struggles out.

Did you know that the average American spends six months of his or her life waiting for red lights to turn green? Six months wasted, waiting for permission to move on. Think of all the other stuff you could do with that time." I was totally confused. "In the car?" "In your life," he said.

There are a lot of things a person with two hands couldn't steal, Eddis said. So? If it's impossible to steal them with two hands, it's no more impossible to steal them with one. Steal peace, Eugenides. Steal me some time.

Eddis looked at her minister, curious. "Your head?" she asked. Attolia explained. "He had to be forcibly dissuaded from strangling his son." "So have we all from time to time," Eddis said seriously.

The king's attendants remained, digesting the fact that their helpless, inept king had promised his wife to destroy the house of Erondites in six months and had done it in ninety-eight days.

All the things man has made are eventually destroyed.

To pass time, I concentrated on pleasant memories, laying them out in order and examining them carefully.

To you alone, Eldest, the Fates have given unassailable rule. Time alters all things, except this one thing. For you alone, the wind that bellows the sails of rule makes no shift.

And where do I find a notary public?' the enchantress asked. 'Where? They don't grow on trees where I come from, and while I might be able to arrange that one did, it would take time I don't have to waste.

I am not and will never again be a young writer, a young homeowner, a young teacher. I was never a young wife. The only thing I could do now for which my youth would be a truly notable feature would be to die. If I died now, I'd die young. Everything else, I'm doing middle-aged.

It is why I hope that if I make it to eighty-something I have the good sense not to pull out those old CDs. My heart, by then, surely would not be able to keep from imploding. My heart, back then, stayed in one piece only because, as bursting with anticipation as it was, it had not yet been strained by nostalgia. It had not yet figured out that life is mostly an exercise in being something other than what we used to be while remaining fundamentally - and sometimes maddeningly - who we are.

Grief is paradoxical: you know you must let go, and yet letting go cannot happen all at once. The literature of mourning enacts that dilemma; its solace lies in the ritual of remembering the dead and then saying, There is no solace, and also, This has been going on a long time.

So much of dealing with a disease is waiting. Waiting for appointments, for tests, for procedures. And waiting, more broadly, for it --for the thing itself, for the other shoe to drop. Except in the waiting you keep forgetting that it will really happen--it's more like a threat, an anxiety: Will my love love me forever?

Suddenly it was fall, the season of death, the anniversary of things-going-to-hell.

A human being is part of a whole, called by us the "universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separate from the rest—a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us…. We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking if humanity is to survive. —Albert Einstein

Time. There seems to be vast quantities of the stuff spooling around me in all directions, everywhere i look. Days and hours. Weeks and minutes. Years. The hard part, ive discovered, is filling it.

The one I love the most is about two mayflies on a date; they watch a nature documentary about themselves and discover their life span is only one day long ? after mating, they'll die.