Quotes About Time

And you look bloody young to be a sergeant I was born late, sir

Priests come to my home beside the northern sea where they find an old man, and they tell me I am just a few paces from the fires of hell. I only need repent, they say, and I will go to heaven and live forevermore in the blessed company of the saints. And I would rather burn till time itself burns out.

It was an unsettling thought, that somehow we were sliding back into the smoky dark and that never again would man make something so perfect as this small building.

There are seasons of our lives when nothing seems to be happening, when no smoke betrays a burned town or homestead and few tears are shed for the newly dead. I have learned not to trust those times, because if the world is at peace then it means someone is planning war. Spring

And at the end of life, what does it all matter? We grow old and the young look at us and can never see that once we made a kingdom ring for love.

I'm getting old, I said again, and that was true. I had lived more than fifty years and most men were lucky to see forty. Yet all old age was bringing was the death of dreams.

Il tempo è una storia e io voglio essere colui che la racconta, non colui che la crea.

Till time ended, Baird suspected, there would be uses for a man and his sword. He

Till time ends and evermore, that

And you look bloody young to be a sergeant." "I was born late, sir," Sharpe said. He

There is no sense. The past is a ship's wake etched on a gray sea, but the future has no mark.

Have you heard a cuckoo yet?" I asked Steapa. "Not yet." "It's time to go," I said, "unless you want to kill me?" "Maybe later," Steapa said, "but for the moment I'll fight beside you." And

The three spinners see our future. The gift of the gods to humankind is that we cannot see where the threads will go.

It was, predictably, a morning ceremony, for nothing good comes of endeavours undertaken when the sun is in decline

I heard only last week that they want to make Erkenwald into a saint. Priests come to my home beside the northern sea where they find an old man, and they tell me I am just a few paces from the fires of hell. I only need repent, they say, and I will go to heaven and live for evermore in the blessed company of the saints. And I would rather burn till time itself burns out.

And I must be nineteen by now, lord! Maybe even twenty?" "Eighteen?" I suggested. "I could have been married four years ago, lord!" We

I only need repent, they say, and I will go to heaven and live for evermore in the blessed company of the saints. And I would rather burn till time itself burns out.

My father still has two eyes," Stiorra said. "But not as beautiful as yours, my lady." "Did you come to waste our time?" Stiorra asked. "Or did you wish to surrender?" "To you, my lady, I would surrender all I have, but my men? You can count?" "I can count." "We outnumber you.

You told these bastards they had till New Year's Day?' 'Yes, sir.' 'Then break your word, Major. Go and kill them at Christmas instead.' 'Yes, sir.

But Alfred could not live long. He was already an old man, well past forty years, and now he was looking to the future. He

Life is a story without an end.

Nimue paused a long time. I think she sensed the truth of Britain before any of us, before even Merlin and certainly long before Arthur

Life, despite their frantic yoohooings, had passed them by.

Mourning died slowly. It never fully dies for something truly loved.