Quotes About Time

A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one.

I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers; I remember all you forget. I will die as many times as you make me over again.

Everything diminishes with time, my darling, but my feelings for certain people pierce me daily, and it is no illusion that they center me and let me know who I am, and let me know that I have loved and have been loved, no matter how badly or clumsily.

Time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, Loss, Loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.

You are the only young man that I know of who ignores the fact that the future becomes the present, the present the past, and the past turns into everlasting regret if you don't plan for it!

you've gone past something you couldn't afford to go past; your time, your youth, you've passed it. It's all you had, and you've had it.

Las vidas de todas las personas, ¿qué son sino rastros de escombro... cada día más escombro... más escombro... largos, muy largos rastros de escombros que nada puede limpiar más que la muerte?

I wanted death after that, but death don't come when you want it, it comes when you don't want it.

Sometimes we sleep too long in the afternoon and when we wake we find things changed, Signora.

Porque el tiempo es la distancia más larga entre dos lugares...

Nature is not on the side of a girl over thirty

You are the only young man that I know of who ignores the fact that the future becomes the present, the present the past, and the past turns into everlasting regret if you don't plan for it!

Timpul nu stirbeste prieteniile adevarate, si nici departarea.

We go like flies when we come to the end of the summer . . . And who is going to prevent it?

Siempre hay un tiempo para marchar aunque no haya sitio a donde ir. Tennessee Williams

That time is short and it doesn't return again.

Time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, Loss, Loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.

If you stick around long enough you're either forgotten or remembered too much.

Creation is not simply past; it is not just associated with the beginning.

Time will perfect matter.

Don't worry. You don't know enough to worry. That's God's truth. Who do you think you are that you should worry, for crying out loud? It's a total waste of time. It presupposes such a knowledge of the situation that it is in fact a form of hubris.

Memories do not change, and change is the law of existence. If our dead, the closest, the most beloved, were to return to us after a long absence and instead of the old, familiar trees were to find in our souls English gardens and stone walls -- that is to say, other loves, other tastes, other interests, they would gaze upon us sadly and tenderly for a moment, wiping away their tears, and then return to their tombs to rest.

Los recuerdos no cambian y cambiar es ley de todo lo existente.

Los muertos se olvidan. Lo cual no quiere decir que no se lloren sincera y hondamente durante algún tiempo