Quotes About Time

Okay, Barrons, it's time." "I am not helping you shave your legs." he said instantly. "Oh please. As if I'd let you.

Procrastinating is number three on my Stupid List. You still end up exactly where you didn't want to be, doing exactly what you didn't want to do, withe the only difference being that you lost all that time in between, during which you could have been doing something fun. Even worse, you probably stayed in a stressed-out, crappy mood the whole time you were avoiding it. If you know something is inevitable, do it and get it over with. Move on. Life is short.

When do these three days expire?" "That's what pisses me off. I don't know. He was annoyingly vague." "The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

Yesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one's best to love

You're early." I give him a mutinous look. Of course he thinks my being early is about him. It's not. Mac was at Chester's last night at eight. I think she's hunting me. Since I can't be late to avoid her, I have to be early. "Watch broke. Thought I was on time." "You don't wear a watch." "See? I knew I had a problem. I'll just dash out and get one. Be back tomorrow. On time.

He sees her like I do: at seventeen, twenty, thirty. Superimposed over the fourteen-year-old, he sees the woman she'll become. And he's staking claim. Over. my. Dead. Fucking. Body. And I can't die.

She's thirteen. Time will remedy that.

Will an hour be enough?" An hour implied that I needed a lot of help. "I'll see what I can do," I said coolly. I was ready in twenty minutes.

Liminal sucks. You can't grasp it with your hands and shape it. You can't make midnight come faster, or grow up sooner, or avoid the in-betweens. You can only hang in there, and get through them.

Procrastinating is number one of my Stupid List. You still end up exactly where you didn't want to be, doing exactly what you didn't want to do, with the only difference being you lost all that time in between, during which you could have been doing something fun. Even worse, you probably stayed in a stressed-out, scrappy mood the whole time you were avoiding it.

My heart has jet lag.

I'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.

Your heels are damaging my rug. It's an eighty-thousand-dollar rug." I say, "You like me in heels. Money doesn't signify anymore. And at least I'm not burning holes in it." "A wiser woman wouldn't remind me of that time. I'm still pissed about it.

When did having a life become an event you had to schedule?

If you already know the answer, Ms. Lane, don't waste my time. You just wasted a month of it." -Barrons

Yesterday was a memory. Today was a hope.

The running pants were tolerable, Drustan decided, relieved. The blue trews had clearly been a torture device and would have strangled a man's seed. Mayhap men were fashioned differently in her time. He hadn't seen one other bulge out there on the street; mayhap they all had wee carrots in their trews.

I wasn't going to have time to dash to the church down the street and dab holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme.

Whether he knew it or not, it was her Drustan, damn it all, just a month and five centuries younger.

I contemplate the notion that maybe regrets are a process of accumulation of time, as unavoidable as a closet full of clothes and more bags of them in the attic. Is accumulated baggage what makes people get old? If so, they need to clean out their fecking attics, send the stuff to consignment shops and remember how to walk around naked like kids, little bellies sticking out, always ready for a good laugh.

They're called shortcuts for a reason. The shorter they are, the more they usually cut. Nothing is without price.

I'd never understood why anyone would want to live forever. It had always seemed to me that death lent life a certain poignancy, a necessary tension.

This moment is perfect. And it's all we ever have. This moment, right now. We're fools if we fail to cram all the living and loving we can possibly do into each and every one.

I didn't have time to change." "Then you'll make it now. I'm not working on you with that much death on your skin.