Quotes About Time

Não se pode alterar a história, a história foi o que foi.

Cuánto tiempo tendrá que pasar para que nos perdonemos los unos a los otros?

La vida no nos pertenece, es un préstamo.

Changes can only come gradually and slowly.... (In a letter from Empress Frederick to the future Queen Sophie of Greece)

It was juvenile, he knew, this need to assign blame, but everyone had a right to childish emotions from time to time, didn't they?

A lot could happen in a week. Just look at the last one.

In this room,in this minite,she was his everything

But I wouldn't choose to spend time with them." Sebastian considered this, "Especially my father. As he's dead.

But the truth was that some things simply hurt too much. And there were some wounds that didn't heal, not even in ten years.

People are like fine wines. If they start off good, they only get better with age.

Edmund Bridgerton had died at the age of thirty-eight. And Anthony simply couldn't imagine ever surpassing his father in any way, even in years.

But you have told me," Elizabeth protested, "time and again, that the hallmark of civilization is routine." Lady D shrugged and made a fussy little chirping sound. "A lady cannot take it upon herself to occasionally change her routine? All routines need periodic readjustment.

a dor de um coração partido nunca vai embora, apenas fica anestesiada.

Everyone had spent so much time telling her that love was a thing of magic, something wild and uncontrollable that came like a thunderstorm. And now it was something else? It was just comfort? Something peaceful? Something that actually sounded nice?

And all she could think was that her life was passing her by, and if she didn't do something soon, she'd die this way. Alone.

Their fathers had been twins, but John"s had entered the world seven minutes before Michael"s. The most critical seven minutes in Michael Stirling"s life, and he hadn"t even been alive for them.

Well, you know what they say about motherhood," Penelope said. " 'They'?" Daphne murmured. Penelope paused just long enough to shoot her a wry grin. "The years fly by, and the days are endless.

He didn't often talk about his father, not even with his family. He'd told himself that it was because it was so much under the bridge; Edmund had been dead for over ten years. But the truth was that some things simply hurt too much. And there were some wounds that didn't heal, not even in ten years.

I don't even know that I could have located it on a map.' There was another silence, this one more awkward than the last. Daniel decided it was time to address the aural chasm and said, 'Well.' Which, as usual, bought him enough time to think of something marginally more intelligent to say: 'I have peppermints in my office.

Pero no dejes que la impaciencia te defina —le dijo Violet, con dulzura—. Porque eres mucho más que eso. Eres mucho más que eso y a veces tengo la sensación de que lo olvidas —sonrió; la sonrisa afable de una madre que se despide de su hija—. Dale tiempo, Eloise. Sé paciente. No presiones demasiado.

He was dead, of course, but I needed a little more time. I just sat beside him and watched his face." Another short burst of angry laughter escaped his lips. "God, what a fool I was. I think I half expected him to open his eyes at any moment.

It's not their fault that their conversation is useless. They'll grow out of it. People are like fine wines. If they start off good, they only get better with age.

Knowing that their moments together would form a short poem and not a long and lusty novel.

You have to live each hour as if it's your last and each day as if you were immortal