Quotes About Time

Forever was never as long as you thought it was.

Given enough idleness & time, she could talk herself into either loving or hating the man

He always took lateness as being rude. It said to the other person that their time was more valuable than yours.

And now, when she looked in the mirror and saw a new line on her own face,a new wrinkle, all she could think was that she was growing old without him

Everybody felt that history was like a book, a beginning, a middle and an end. That's not how it worked. Real life was all middle.

Age is a cruel punishment for youth.

Life was like that. You didn't realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look.

Charlie had always told Lenore things that she would never admit to anyone else. Lenore had known Rusty for over fifty years. She was a black hole into which all of the Quinn family secrets disappeared.

He wore a watch on his wrist, but only as a cheat to help him differentiate between left and right.

Will thought of her time away from work the way he used to think of his schoolteachers crawling into their caves under the school building at night, lulling themselves to sleep with dreams of torturing their students the next day.

caught in a Scarlett O'Hara loop of promising herself that she would think about it tomorrow.

Death snickers at us all, my dear. The eternal footman will not hold my coat forever.

Claire hung up the phone. She thought about the hours she had spent with Adam Quinn. Hours she should've spent with her husband. Hours she would kill to have back now. There

Life was like that. You didn't realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look.

Time turns from a straight line into a sphere and it's not until later that you can hold it in your hand and look at all the different sides, and you think, Oh, now I remember --- this happened, then this happened, then... It's only after the fact that you can pull back into a straight line that makes sense

The time was already creeping up on three o'clock. Faith had been awake since three this morning. All she could think about right now was walking through her front door, taking off her bra and reading escalator fatality stories until it was dark enough to go to bed.

She took him for granted sometimes. That was the luxury of a long marriage.

Claire laughed because it was easier than telling him to brush his hair out of his eyes and go back to college. She checked the time on her phone again. Paul was now twelve minutes late. She started catastrophizing: carjacking, hit by a bus, struck by a falling piece of airplane fuselage, abducted by a madman.

They had been arguing about something that had seemed desperately important to Claire at the time but now she couldn't remember the topic or even when the argument had occurred. Last week? Last month? She had known Paul for eighteen years, been married to him for almost as long. There wasn't much left that they could argue about with any conviction.

fault. That the world isn't just changing. It's passing you by.

That's how it's been happening since Jesus lost his sandals.

Everybody thought that history was like a book with a beginning, a middle, and an end. That's not how it worked. Real life was all middle.

More time passed, the clock ticking forward when she longed for it to go back

That's how it's been happening since Jesus lost his sandals.