Quotes About Time

Trust was like mould. It accumulated over time in unattended places... Over the years, Makepeace had become encrusted with other people's inattentive trust.

True stories seldom have endings.

There was an invisible necklace of nows, stretching out in front of her along the crazy, twisting road, each bead a golden second.

He has been dying for a very, very, very long time, and his span came to an end as all eras must.

I died recently, and I am in no hurry to enjoy the experience again just yet.

We thought ourselves kings of the ages. Now we find that our civilization has been nothing but a brief, brightly lit nursery, where we have played with paper crowns and wooden scepters. Beyond the door are the dark wastes where Leviathans wrestled for millennia. We are a blink of an eye, a joke amidst a tragedy.

The past was all around her. She could smell it. It did not feel dead. It felt alive, and as curious about her as she was about it.

They were preparing to become memories.

Over this year, familiarity had done its usual work, picking off the gilded paint one scratch at a time.

Her past was getting away from her.

the murderess of time.

The passing seconds became dangerous and spacious. The rules tinkled silently as they broke.

A tree can grow two hundred years, and look like it'll last a thousand more - but when lightning strikes at last, it burns.

Everything changes and breaks and stops fitting – and we know that, even with our stopped clock. The world is breaking, and changing, and dancing. Always on the move. That's how it is. That's how it has to be.

Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful things to happen.

Here we are, all these years later, standing back and watching our grown children have their lives - through ordinary times, through heartbreak and anguish. But even after horrible events, we are sometimes blessed with a moment of unexpected joy. We learn to grasp, to hold tightly to these moments for the short time they exist.

No matter what else we do with our lives, Maggie, music will soothe and calm us. Music will last, and outlast, and cast its spell and enter our souls and connect us across time and distance. We must believe this, both of us, all of us.

As travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.

Sometimes the valley below is like a bowl filled up with fog. I can see hard green figs on two trees and pears on a tree just below me. A fine crop coming in. May summer last a hundred years.

The urge to travel feels magnetic. Two of my favorite words are linked: departure time. And travel whets the emotions, turns upside down the memory bank, and the golden coins scatter.

Sometimes you have to travel back in time, skirting the obstacles, in order to love someone.

his knack for catching human idiosyncrasies betrayed by pose, dress or movement. A biography allows us to travel with him through time and to gain some idea of how his many experiences stimulated and enriched his art.

No hay tiempo para el presente. Vamos del pasado al futuro, que nuevamente se vuelve pasado: ¡ así es la vida!

Abandona el pasado y el presente arrancará.