Quotes About Time

Slowness means cleaving perfectly to time, so closely that the seconds fall one by one, drop by drop like the steady dripping of a tap on stone. This stretching of time deepens space. It is one of the secrets of walking: a slow approach to landscapes that gradually renders them familiar. Like the regular encounters that deepen friendship.

The illusion of speed is the belief that it saves time. It looks simple at first sight: finish something in two hours instead of three, gain an hour. It's an abstract calculation, though, done as if each hour of the day were like an hour on the clock, absolutely equal. But haste and speed accelerate time, which passes more quickly, and two hours of hurry shorten a day. Every minute is torn apart by being segmented, stuffed to bursting. You can pile a mountain of things into an hour.

When you hurry, time is filled to bursting, like a badly-arranged drawer in which you have stuffed different things without any attempt at order.

You don't walk to kill time but to welcome it, to pick off its leaves and petals one by one, second by second.

Love seemed sure around the New Year,Now it's April, love is just a ghost.Spring arrived on time,Only what became of you, Dear?Spring can really hang you up the most!

Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep.

Cuán extraño es que en esos principios de la vida donde se nos concede un poco de felicidad, ninguna voz nos advierta: «Por muchos años que vivas, no tendrás otra alegría en el mundo que la de aquellas horas. Saboréalas hasta las heces, porque después de esto no quedará nada para ti. Esta primera fuente que has hallado es también la última. Calma tu sed de una vez para siempre; no beberás nunca más»!

Es posible no ver durante medio siglo más que un lado de la criatura que comparte nuestra vida?

Pero el horror de la vejez es que ésta es el total de una vida, un total en el que no sabríamos cambiar una cifra. He tardado sesenta años en convertirme en este anciano muerto de odio. Soy lo que soy; sería necesario convertirme en otro... ¡Oh, Dios, Dios, si Tú existieras...!

This is the true nature of gratitude. Time gnaws and diminishes all things, but it increases and adds to our good deeds: anytime we have extended a generous hand to a rational human being, that goodness keeps growing and glowing in the man's heart, forever remembered, constantly contemplated.

N'oubliez pas, on vit juste pour quelques rencontres.

What Malherbe writes will endure forever.

François Furstenberg

He who spends too long regretting his ruined crop will be neglect to plant next year's harvest.

Music is a very good way of thinking about time. A note only moves you because you remember the one before, and you're waiting for the next . . . Each one only means something wrapped in a bit of the past and the future.

It is my feeling that Time ripens all things with Time all things are revealed Time is the father of truth.

Everything comes in time to those who can wait.

But where are the snows of yesteryear?

Ah God! Had I but studiedIn the days of my foolish youth.

A parlare di sé, c'è il rischio di non finire più. So bene di aver dimenticato questo, quello e quell'altro ancora. È importante? Difficile sapere cosa sia davvero importante. La cosa migliore è decidere che la terapia fatta sul passato finisce oggi, e che è venuto il momento di prendere un biglietto per il futuro.

What shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face? How shall I charm the interval that lowers Between this time and that sweet time of grace?

As you age naturally, your family shows more and more on your face. If you deny that, you deny your heritage.

Mosca said nothing. The word 'damsel' rankled with her. She suddenly thought of the clawed girl from the night before, jumping the filch on an icy street. Much the same age and build as Beamabeth, and far more beleaguered. What made a girl a 'damsel in distress'? Were they not allowed claws? Mosca had a hunch that if all damsels had claws they would spend a lot less time 'in distress'.

Habits, places and faces grew into you over time, like tree roots burrowing into stone work.