Quotes About Time

with the last patient of the day, I called

Like my mother said, you can't go back to holding hands

Precious Child... nothing matters but the moment. There might be no tomorrow and even if there is, nobody gives a damn.

We are friends for life. When we're together the years fall away. Isn't that what matters? To have someone who can remember with you? To have someone who remembers how far you've come?

Your enemies are not your enemies forever. Time passes. Things change. They suffer losses deeper than yours. And you realize they are as befuddled as you at the way life goes. Once, they acted badly, they took what they wanted without care. They are just like you, though. At three in the morning, they wander to a window. They stand watching the night sky, and they are afraid.

A committee takes hours to put into minutes what can be done in seconds.

Time won't stop and life won't stand still. But I have a feeling that if I just look backward once in a while at Dorothy, if I am off beat in any way, I'll get back on the soundtrack again. . . .

We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.

She turned the pot three times, and leaving the tea to brew fetched the biscuit time housing the scones, together with side plates and some butter and jam.

God's getting older, too, I figure.

Life, she felt, is like a long unbroken line when one dies in the same place in which he was born. Childhood doesn't seem long ago when every day a man sees the same things he saw the first time he began to look around. Then there can't seem such a sharp division between youth and age. A person would grow into his years like a tree.

It is pleasurable to press a door handle shining from the thousands of hands that have entered the door before us; the clean shimmer of ageless wear has turned into an image of welcome and hospitality. The door handle is the handshake of the building. The tactile sense connects us with time and tradition: through impressions of touch we shake the hands of countless generations.

arhitecture domesticates limitless space and enable us to inhabit it, but it should likewise domesticate endless time and enable us to inhabit the continum of time

Some people are so boring that they make you waste an entire day in five minutes.

Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.

If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.

L' amour est comme un sablier, avec le coeur remplir le vide du cerveau

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. Time is the only comforter.

L'amore è come una clessidra: man mano che il cuore si riempie, il cervello si svuota.

Oh ! Les vieilleries ! Vieilles lettres, vieux vêtements, vieux objets dont on ne veut pas se débarrasser. Comme la Nature a bien compris que, tous les ans, elle doit changer de feuilles, de fleurs, de fruits et de légumes, et faire du fumier avec les souvenirs de son année ! (19 octobre 1906)

Das Lesen war weder Arbeit noch Hobby, es folgte keinem bestimmten Interesse. Lesen war ein Zustand, in dem die Zeit verstrich, weil sie nicht anders konnte, während Adas Verstand in Nahrung eingelegt wurde, so dass seine hektische Gier in ein gleichmäßiges Einsaugen und Verwerten überging.

Draußen verwässert erstes Morgenlicht das satte Nachtschwarz des Himmels. Es ist der Moment, in dem Gestern zu Morgen wird und es für eine kurze Zeit kein Heute gibt.

Warten ist Gegenwart. Das generelle Verhältnis des Menschen zur Zeit. Warten zeichnet Gottes Umrisse an die Wand. Warten ist jenes Durchgangsstadium, das wir als unsere Existenz bezeichnen!

Ich sehe keinen Sinn darin, der eigenen Vergangenheit hinterherzuräumen. Anwachsende Unordnung ist ein Maß für das Vergehen von Zeit.