Quotes About Time

Retirement can and will be a glorious time in your life. You'll love the freedom and ability to try new things. It's a new phase of life; a chance to be a beginner again.

The saddest thing about ephemerals was that their little lives rarely held time enough for love.

O love, if I regret the age when one savors you, it is not for the hour of pleasure, but for the one that follows it.

Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?

Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.

Your heart can break at any age.

Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning.

How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem, when at the same time it's so slow and sweet and everlasting.

Passion - eventually it cools.

I could take back those moments that snatched you away from me or maybe just wipe away those ten minutes when you came to me for the first time and I looked into your eyes to realise what love is.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

The point is that although love may die, what is said on its behalf cannot be consumed by the passage of time, and forgiveness is everything.

The more we wait, the more everything and everyone looks like a grain of sand escaping between our fingers before vanishing into the wind.

I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.

Haven't we all, as time continues, found that we must be kind to ourselves and listen to our thoughts, because fewer and fewer of those remain who know what is most real to us?

It's a long life, sweetheart, and time heals all wounds.

I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together.

Love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal.

Not even old age knows how to love death.

I love spending time with my dog, my niece and my family. I'm very family-oriented.

Not even the brightest future can make up for the fact that no roads lead back to what came before - to the innocence of childhood or the first time we fell in love.

Life is what happens when you're doing other things, right?