Quotes About Time

One measures oncoming old age by its deepening of Proust, and its deepening by Proust. How to read a novel? Lovingly, if it shows itself capable of accomodating one's love; and jealously, because it can become the image of one's limitations in time and space, and yet can give the Proustian blessing of more life.

I don't believe in myths of decline or myths of progress, even as regards to the literary scene. The world does not get to be a better or a worse place; it just gets more senescent. The world gets older, without getting either better or worse and so does literature.

The unity of a great era is generally an illusion.

Podemos ler só para passar o tempo ou movidos por uma necessidade declarada, mas chegará o momento em que iremos ler lutando contra o tempo.

Only a writer with Bennett's craft and brass could manage to praise and insult his readers at the same time.

When you say, "I have no time to spend with my family," you are really saying, "Making money in the business is more important than my wife and children.

GOLDBERG. Of course, now. Time's getting on. Round the corner, remember? Mention my name.

It was all go at that time. Love, football, the arts, the occasional pint. Mind you, I preferred a fruity white wine but you couldn't actually say that in those days.

As sure as time, history is repeating itself, and as sure as man is man, history is the last place he'll look for his lessons.

Remember this also: it's always easy to look back and see what we were, yesterday, ten years ago. It is hard to see what we are. If you can master that trick, you'll get along.

I'm little but I'm old.

It ain't time to worry yet. I'll let you know when.

By the time I'm ready to get married I'll be ninety and then it'll be too late.

Her world was at its best when her time came to leave it.

Ladies bathed before noon, after their three o-clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft tea-cakes with frosting of sweat and sweet talcolm.

Hell is eternal apartness. What had she done that she must spend the rest of her years reaching out with yearning for them, making secret trips to long ago, making no journey to the present?

The remainder of the afternoon went by in the gentle gloom that descends when relatives appear

Remember this also: it's always easy to look back and see what we were, yesterday, ten years ago. It is hard to see what we are. If you can master that trick, you'll get along." "Uncle

Tan segur com que passa el temps, la història es va repetint, i mentre l'home sigui home, la història és l'últim lloc on buscarà per aprendre.

After ten forevers Dr. Reynolds returned.

Jean Louise had a sinking feeling. The Hundred Years' War had progressed to approximately its twenty-sixth year with no indications of anything more than periods of uneasy truce.

A day was twenty-four hours long but seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself.

It's always easy to look back and see what we were, yesterday, ten years ago. It is hard to see what we are.

Now, at this very minute, a political philosophy foreign to it is being pressed on the South, and the South's not ready for it—we're finding ourselves in the same deep waters. As sure as time, history is repeating itself, and as sure as man is man, history is the last place he'll look for his lessons. I hope to God it'll be a comparatively bloodless Reconstruction this time.