Quotes About Time

Maybe the passing of time had made a monogamous man of Graham.

to the present, that this was

She was almond-buttery with sweat and sun, her face corrugated with a thousand caramel wrinkles and her hair flour dusted, but the rest of her seemed decades younger.

The sorry truth is you can walk your feet to blisters, walk till kingdom-com, and you never will outpace your grief.

I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even.

The sorry truth is you can walk your feet to blisters, walk till kingdom-come, and you never will outpace your grief.

the feminine journey is a story unfolding, and its epiphanies come through real things, through tangibles like walking sticks and dreams and deer antlers--all of which we might miss without taking time and space in Deep Being.

Sometimes things of magnitude settle over you with excruciating slowness. Say you break your ankle and don't feel it hurting till you've walked another block.

As I descended the stairs, the years between us seemed accumulated everywhere, filling the house, and it seemed strange to me, how love and habit blurred so thoroughly to make a life.

We make our moments, Ana, or we do not.

To constantly relive the past is to miss out on the present.

And I was struck all at once how life was out there going through its regular courses, and I was suspended, waiting, caught in a terrible crevice between living my life and not living it. I couldn't go on biding time like there was no end of it, no end to this summer.

I pressed Yaltha to set a course, but she persisted in her waiting, saying if the pot was tended long enough, the answer would bubble to the surface.

Patience is everything. RAINER MARIA RILKE

That was the thing mauma and I loved, our time with the quilts.

The days he was away crept on tiny, unhurried feet.

Bury your writings, so one day they can be found again.

Spiritual whittling is an encounter with Mystery, waiting, the silence of inner places—all those things most folks no longer have time for.

They say in extreme moments time will slow, returning to its unmoving core, and standing there, it seemed as if everything stopped. Within the stillness, I felt the old, irrepressible ache to know what my point in the world might be. I felt the longing more solemnly than anything I'd ever felt, even more than my old innate loneliness.

an acron grew into an oak tree, didn't it?

They say in extreme moments time will slow, returning to its unmoving core, and standing there, it seemed as if everything stopped.

Already his features had dimmed a little in my mind. It terrified me, this slow disappearing.

It merely suggests that we stop wasting time hating technology and redirect that energy towards loving nature instead.

Does this wild errant need fade, like the colour of eyes do?