Quotes About Time

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.

Jede Zeit ist eine Sphinx, die sich in den Abgrund stürzt, sobald man ihr Rätsel gelöst hat.

Durch die Eisenbahn wird Raum getötet, und es bleibt nur noch die Zeit übrig.

The ancient, tremulous woman who was sitting behind the stove opposite the big cupboard may have sat there for a quarter of a century, and her thoughts and feelings are closely interwoven with every corner of the stove and every carving on the cupboard. And the stove and cupboard are alive, for part of a human soul has entered into them.

Trentaine : Les hommes sont en position de pouvoir. Je pense sincèrement que la trentaine est l'âge le pire pour une femme côté rencontres : le tic-tac de l'horloge biologique très injuste se fait entendre de plus en plus fort.

I think it would be much more sensible if resolutions began generally on January the second.

In a way, looking back, it seemed a long, long time since she had been eighteen, but in another way her memories were so clear and vivid that it seemed like yesterday.

In a way, looking back, it seemed a long, long time since she had been eighteen, but in another way her memories were so clear and vivid that it seemed like yesterday. Time was an accordion, all the air squeezed out of it as you grew old. And how strange that in your mind you did not feel any older. You were the same person, but where had the years gone?

She was moved to a profound but pleasurable melancholy by the evidence that human life is brief and long survived by the material things it had believed itself to possess.

she was a lifelong friend of some of us, and there comes a time when there are very few left who knew you as a girl, and the sudden breaking of such a tie is indeed a matter of sorrow.

Time doesn't really soften anything. Memories heave up, you know. Still sharp." "Forgetting takes practice," says Enid. "You have to work at it.

Another time might be easier than this one, but there's only the time you're in, thinks Enid. And it's always going to be lacking somehow. Best to spend some of your moments here on earth noticing what else is here with you instead of concentrating solely on your own misery.

It's funny to think that Anson and I were here, in this same place, together all that time ago, and now here we are again. It makes me feel good, makes me feel that perhaps everything doesn't just disappear, that some things are circling back, taking the long way, but circling back towards me.

Next time! In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, That I have wasted half my day And left my work but just begun. A Last Prayer

Ramona was, to the world at large, a far more important person than the Señora herself. The Señora was of the past, Ramona was of the present.

Only a night from old to new; Only a sleep from night to morn. The new is but the old come true; Each sunrise sees a new year born.

So much has been given to me I have not time to ponder over that which has been denied.

I wonder what becomes of lost opportunities? Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.

It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.

It is better to be happy for a moment and be burned up with beauty than to live a long time and be bored all the while.

He makes you feel that if you only had a little more time, you, too, might be an inventor.

First they ask me to tell the life of the child who is mother to the woman. Then they make me my own daughter and ask for an account of grown-up sensations. Finally I am requested to write about my dreams, and thus I become an anachronical grandmother; for it is the special privilege of old age to relate dreams.

I used to have time to think, to reflect, my mind and I. We would sit together of an evening and listen to the inner melodies of the spirit, which one hears only in leisure moments when the words of some loved poet touch a deep, sweet chord in the soul that until then had been silent. But in college there is no time to commune with one's thoughts.