Quotes About Time

While almost everything that surrounds us in life gets old and wears out, stories, like our very souls, don't age.

His wrinkled face showed the changes he had seen.

I wouldn't be in shallow relationships, so I do nothing. I have no sex and no romance. Who needs it.? Who needs all these potential problems like disease and pregnancy.? I have no problems. No fear of disease, psychopaths, or stalkers. Why not just be with your friends and have real conversations and a good time.?

If a man doesn't ask you to marry him -- or at least live with him -- after two years, he never will. It means he's only interested in having a good time.

Grace was one of those types who never changed but only aged and had no apparent expectations or ambitions other than the wish that her life should remain the same.

No one is too busy to pick up the phone, to make a one-minute phone call. No matter how busy they say they are.

He wasn't Tolstoy but just plain old James Gooch. Commercial writer. Destined to be of the moment and not to stand the test of time. And the worst thing about it was that he'd never be able to pretend to be Tolstoy again.

There was all the time in the world now – plenty of time for self-analysis, for self-doubts, for regrets. Being part of a couple meant you fit somewhere, that your cracks and erosions were hidden to the rest of the world. When you suddenly had that ripped apart, the hidden blemishes were exposed like cross-sections of a log.

I think that when people get lonely, they try to find someone to blame. But there isn't really anyone to blame. It just takes a long time to find the right person.

Buck stared incredulously. "This is the first time you ever fired a gun? And you live in Florida?

Maureen closed her eyes. Listen to me, Earl. It's yourself you ought to be thinking about. Life goes by so darn fast, every wasted moment is a crime. One blue eye opened and fixed on him. And every crime is a wasted moment.

This is the worst year of my life, and it's only the seventeenth of January.

As he was pulled underwater for the final time, terror gave way to abject humiliation: he was being fucked to death by a damn fish.

until the image itself has grown distorted past all recognition save that of memory

I'd remember the way everyone else does: later, when none of it matters, memory as good as a mirror for changing things, no good at all

a language that, all this time, we knew.

The world belongs to us, the wise ones, we declare...will we be pirates or captains, slumlords or godparents of time? Will we burn the furniture for heat or be good tenants?

The Hindu religion is the only one of the world's great faiths dedicated to the idea that the Cosmos itself undergoes an immense, indeed an infinite, number of deaths and rebirths. It is the only religion in which the time scales correspond to those of modern scientific cosmology. Its cycles run from our ordinary day and night to a day and night of Brahma, 8.64 billion years long. Longer than the age of the Earth or the Sun and about half the time since the Big Bang.

In the vastness of space and the immensity of time, it is my joy to share a planet and an epoch with Annie. [Dedication to Sagan's wife, Ann Druyan, in Cosmos]

Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.

Books are like seeds. They can lie dormant for centuries and then flower in the most unpromising soil.

The Cosmos is all that is or ever was or ever will be.

The lifetime of a human being is measured by decades, the lifetime of the Sun is a hundred million times longer. Compared to a star, we are like mayflies, fleeting ephemeral creatures who live out their lives in the course of a single day.

Once we lose our fear of being tiny, we find ourselves on the threshold of a vast and awesome Universe which dwarfs -- in time, in space, and in potential -- the tidy anthropocentric proscenium of our ancestors.