Quotes About Time

Los relojes llevan la misma cadencia, Y las noches tienen las mismas estrellas.)

Ay, qué terribles cinco de la tarde!. ¡Eran las cinco en todos los relojes Eran las cinco en sombra de la tarde!

Un pájaro de papel en el pecho dice que el tiempo de los besos no ha llegado.

Tacere e struggersi è il castigo più grande che ci possiamo infliggere. A che è servito a me l'orgoglio e non guardarti e farti stare sveglia notte dopo notte? A niente! È servito a buttarmi il fuoco addosso! Perché tu credi che il tempo guarisca e che i muri proteggano, e non è vero, non è vero. Quando le cose arrivano tanto in fondo, non c'è modo di sradicarle!

Está bien que una casada quiera tener hijos, pero si no los tiene, por qué hace necesidad de ello. Lo importante de este mundo es dejarse llevar por los años... que así, tendrás felicidad.

The labyrinths that time creates vanish. (Only the desert remains.) The heart, fountain of desire, vanishes. (Only the desert remains.) The illusion of dawn and kisses vanish. Only the desert remains. Undulating desert.

This isn't a strange place for the dance, I tell you. The mask will dance among columns of blood and numbers, among hurricanes of gold and groans of the unemployed, who will howl, in the dead of night, for your dark time.

But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.

At five in the afternoon.Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon!It was five by all the clocks!It was five in the shade of the afternoon!

But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.

He renunciado a la difícil conquista de saber cómo era yo en aquellos tiempos y cómo soy ahora, en qué cosas era mejor o peor antes que ahora.

A veces pienso en lo larga y tolerante que es la vida, después de haberla malgastado tanto tiempo, Otras, cuando pienso en los amigos que se me murieron y en que yo sigo viviendo, me parece que este tiempo es robado y que lo tengo que vivir a escondidas.

De lo que ya no existe se habla con indiferencia o con frialdad; pero yo hablo con dolor, porque hablo antes que deje de existir y sabiendo que dejará de existir. Recuérdese cómo lo afirmé.

Por caminos muy distintos he tenido siempre los mismos recuerdos. De día y de noche ellos corren por mi memoria como los ríos de un país. Algunas veces yo los contemplo; y otras veces ellos se desbordan. p. 234

Por caminos muy distintos he tenido siempre los mismo recuerdos. De día y de noche ellos corren por mi memoria como los ríos de una país. Algunas veces yo los contemplo; y otras veces ellos se desbordan.

Time is the only thing we cannot replace, apart from our health and our lives. I resent wasting a moment of it. But

And just what is the most precious thing in life that riches can supply? Easy. For me, it's Time. Time. Time to read and write poetry if I want to. Or to write a book if it takes my fancy. Time to travel on the slightest whim, to walk in the woods, to think, to commission art, to read, to drink, to hang out with friends and loved ones … to do just about anything really, as long as it does not involve day after grinding day making money in an office or a factory for somebody else.

Time frittered away attending to tasks easily achieved but relatively inessential to your ultimate goal is wasted—a criminal waste of a precious resource.

Time wasted can never be recaptured. Time spent recharging your batteries and maintaining your physical and mental health is not wasted. It is a necessity.

Wisdom too often never comes, so one ought not to reject it merely because it comes late.

How can you waste time? You have only so much to use, and no matter what you do, it still passes.

The life of man is the incessant walk of nature, wherein every moment is a step towards death. Even our growing to perfection is a progress to decay. Every thought we have is a sand running out of the glass of life.

Mother put on her serious face. "I can't stand idly by and watch the country go down the Swannee. The political arena is the only logical and reasonable course left open to any decent Irish patriot. Besides, last night the cumann nominated me to contest the seat left vacant by the death of Dinny Blackstone who has represented the area in the Dail for twenty years. Who am I to argue?" "Sure he's been dead for at least ten years," Rory said. "It's a wonder that anyone finally noticed.

Time is one of the few things man cannot influence. We all have a desire to create something that will show we were here. That we did something of value. Of course, timeless design is wasted if it cannot survive.