Quotes About Time

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

Holding this soft, small living creature in my lap this way, though, and seeing how it slept with complete trust in me, I felt a warm rush in my chest. I put my hand on the cat's chest and felt his heart beating. The pulse was faint and fast, but his heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small body with all the restless earnestness of my own.

As long as there's such a thing as time, everybody's damaged in the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.

We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it's gone forever.

Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.

What we call the present is given shape by an accumulation of the past.

Sometimes taking time is actually a shortcut.

I don't know, there's something about you. Say there's an hourglass: the sand's about to run out. Someone like you can always be counted on to turn the thing over.

But you know Hajime, some feelings cause us pain because they remain.

I have been told I've got a darkish personality. A few times. Takahashi swings his trombone case from his right shoulder to his left. Then he says, It's not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There's shadowy middle ground. Recognizing and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does. And to acquire a healthy intelligence takes a certain amount of time and effort. I don't think you have a particularly dark character.

Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die.

Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.

Quizás aun no te comprenda. Pero, con un poco de tiempo, llegaré a entenderte. Y no habrá nadie en el mundo que te comprenda mejor que yo.

Everything, everything seemed once-upon-a-time.

The human heart is like a night bird. Silently waiting for something, and when the time comes, it flies straight toward it.

I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it's not like that. It happens overnight.

I'll be happy if running and I can grow old together.

When I was fifteen, all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody's reach. A place beyond the flow of time." - But there's no place like that in this world. - Exactly. Which is why I'm living here, in this world where things are continually damaged, where the heart is fickle, where time flows past without a break.

I am struck by how, except when you're young, you really need to prioritize in life, figuring out in what order you should divide up your time and energy. If you don't get that sort of system set by a certain age, you'll lack focus and your life will be out of balance.

You have to wait until tomorrow to find out what tomorrow will bring.

How many Sundays – how many hundreds of Sundays like this – lay ahead of me? "Quiet, peaceful and lonely," I said aloud to myself. On Sundays i didn't wind my spring.

I wasn't particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don't have to die the next.

Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.

Once again, life had a lesson to teach me: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.