Quotes About Time

Love is like riding or speaking French. If you don't learn it young, it's hard to get the trick of it later.

It is a truism but it is still true that the longer one knows people the less relevant it becomes whether or not one liked them initially.

because one of the privileges of Paris, one of its rarest graces, bestowed only on those who know how to WASTE TIME there, is suddenly to show itself in unusual guises...

Our sense of justice depends on our sense of time. Justice is a phenomenon only of consciousness, because time spread out in a spatial succession is its very essence. And this is possible only in a spatial metaphor of time.

We are thus conscious less of the time than we think, because we cannot be conscious of when we are not conscious.

Thats arguably what spy agencies do high-tech investigative journalism. Its time that the media upgraded its capabilities along those lines.

Memories are like water.

life is short and we can't waste precious time feeling hateful or carrying grudges.

The sun won't rise and fall forever on this one decision. It will rise again tomorrow, just like it always does, regardless.

It's funny. Sometimes when you're passionate about something and you dedicate yourself to it completely, your actions become a reflex. Your senses become more astute and time slows down before your eyes.

And you panic just a little, wishing for one more chance at all the beautiful moments you didn't appreciate, or for one more day with the person you didn't love quite enough.

We're five minutes away." He

that life is short and we can't waste precious time feeling hateful or carrying grudges.

I know it's a cliché," he said, "but life is short and death comes to us all. So what's the point of living, if we're not going to experience real joy? At least some of the time," he added. "I'm not saying we shouldn't grieve or ever be unhappy—that's part of living, too. But we can't forget the other side of it when times are bleak." "What other side?" I asked. "The beautiful side.

but I don't know if peace is ever possible when you've lost a child." His words caused a swell of sadness in me because I knew he was right. I'd never stop missing my beautiful son. Not in this lifetime.

You should," he called after her, "because that's what life is. A series of moments. Nothing more. We must endeavor to enjoy every single one. Forget about the past and future. They have no place in the present.

Well, I have news for you. Life is short. It flies by faster than you think, and you never know when the rug will get pulled out from under you, so if you really want something more, you need to get busy.

Sometimes it seems remarkable how certain moments of our lives stand out from all the others with striking clarity, and are burned into our memories forever.

You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

You still have," I looked at my watch, "twelve seconds to change your mind. Find someone else and save your reputation." One side of his lip cricked up. "I found you. I'll take my chances.

You're running out of tomorrows." Running out of tomorrows, I repeated to myself in my room, sprawling across my bed to begin another midnight marathon of homework. Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

Black_Venus: Here it goes: Curious mosaic Continental drift Parabolic metaphor Elemental rift Time and transposition Conscious intermission Assertion? Desertion -- Black_Venus: That's all I have so far. You finish it. Me: How about "Spanish Inquisition.

If I could speak, I'd tell her, "What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.