Quotes About Time

Eva: Do you understand how much time and work a relationship between us is going to take? Gideon Gideon: but you're worth it and i want you bad enough, so i guess i dont have a choice dont I?

You've got five minutes to get your ass up and in the shower, or the shower's coming to you.

Pero a veces el día siguiente no llega nunca, Pel. Algunas veces, lo único que tenemos es hoy

Qué otra cosa podía hacer, Eva? Ni siquiera sabía de tu existencia. —La voz de Gideon se hizo más grave y áspera—. Si hubiera sabido que andabas por ahí, te habría buscado. No habría perdido ni un segundo. Pero no lo sabía, y me conformé con menos. Igual que tú. Los dos perdimos el tiempo con personas que no eran adecuadas.

What else can I bargain with? You have everything." "Your time and attention are the two things you can leverage. I'll do anything for them.

I'm not going to have what I want from you until you've reached the end of the road with him. I've got all the time in the world. I can wait 'til you get there.

more time to let it all settle in. I'd promised the swing, but he wasn't holding that

The last time I called, you were too busy to give me more than a minute of your time." "I've got things to take care of, Eva. Give me a break." "Sure thing. How about now?" I hung up and dropped my phone back into my bag.

Do not wait until life meets some inner criteria to seize the day, she whispered. I have learned that sometimes tomorrow never comes.

Directo al grano, siempre lo digo. La vida es demasiado corta para gastarla en tonterías.

rendered next to it." From the time they had married

Life is short, Jax. Why spending time doing things that don't make you happy?

I dropped my pencil onto the notepad I'd been scribbling in, then sat back on the couch and curled my legs onto the cushion. It was rolling past nine o'clock and I hadn't heard from Gideon yet. I didn't know if that was a good or bad sign, considering he'd had an appointment with Dr. Petersen earlier.

And that wouldn't be awkward at all." I glanced at Mark's office to make sure my boss didn't need me for anything. I tried not to make personal calls at work, but Megumi had been out for four days straight without a single returned call or text the whole time.

Keep thinking those thoughts and you'll be late again

Today she would like to be alone in the sea: at ease in the water, letting herself go, without anyone calling her from the shore, without spectacular rescues. Simply in the water, with the violent sea she misses because she needs it more and more. Schedules disappeared during those vacations or were so radically modified that the rhythm they marked was almost her own. Lunch was not at one but at three; dinner not at nine but at eleven.

I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it. From the poem Years, 16 November 1962

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.

I can't deceive myself that out of the bare stark realization that no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that character is fate, nothing is real, past or future, when you are alone in your room with the clock ticking loudly into the false cheerful brilliance of the electric light. And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.

With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand... hopeless from the start.