Quotes About Time

in this, the quickest way home is the longest way, so your proverb say.

It seems to me that the further East you go the more unpunctual are the trains. What ought they to be in China?

Miss, I lack belly-timber sairly by the clock.

And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere modernity

And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere modernity cannot kill. Later:

After a time, it did not seem a short time either, for the draining away of one's blood, no matter how willingly it be given, is a terrible feeling, Van Helsing held up a warning finger. Do not stir, he said. But I fear that with growing strength she may wake, and that would make danger, oh, so much danger. But I shall precaution take. I shall give hypodermic injection of morphia. He proceeded then, swiftly

I know now the span of my life. God help me!

The clock was striking one as I was in the Crescent, and there was not a soul in sight. --10 August

They say that people who are near death die generally at the change to dawn or at the turn of the tide. Anyone

our souls are knit into one, for all life and all time

Señora Mina, las buenas mujeres dicen toda su vida, y día a dia, hora por hora y minuto a minuto, muchas cosas que los ángeles pueden leer; y nosotros los hombres que deseamos saber tenemos dentro algo de ojos de ángel.

Festina lente

Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say: 'May I come in?' is not the true laughter. No! He is king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person; he choose no time of suitability. He say: 'I am here.

We learn of great things by little experiences. The history of ages is but an indefinite repetition of the history of hours. The record of a soul is but a multiple of the story of a moment.

The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years. The latter are only helpful in the recurrence of opportunities; in the possibilities of repetition.

31 October.--Still hurrying along. The day has come

I have crossed oceans of time to find you. ~ Dracula

The clock was striking one as I was in the Crescent, and there was not a soul in sight.

Todo parecía tan real que apenas podía imaginarme que me hubiese sucedido en otro tiempo; y, sin embargo, cada episodio acontecía no como un paso más en la lógica de las cosas, sino como algo esperado. Así es como el recuerdo gasta bromas para bien o para mal; para el placer o el dolor; para la felicidad o la aflicción. Así se explica que la vida tenga sabor agridulce y que lo que uno hiciera antaño se revista de eternidad.

So my days go on, and grow to weeks and months. So will they grow to years, should life so long remain an unwelcome guest within me: for what is man without hope? and is not hope nigh dead within this weary breast?

I have crossed oceans of time to find you Bram Stoker's Dracula

Patience mimics the power of infinity.

Was life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back to the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb.

Try as we might to postpone them, days of reckoning inevitably arrive.