Quotes About Time

You could have saved her," he said, and I realized that he had started crying, crying being that thing you do when you haven't done enough and you're afraid it's too late to start.

It was a complicated look. I remember thinking that, and I also remember thinking that you had to have known someone for a really long time to be able to look at him like that, and he had to have known you for a really long time to be able to understand it.

Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

Our honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.

a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

All there is is now...

Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go.

Time and place are our own limitations, Andy; we mustn't impose them upon God.

Believe me, count as lost each day you have not used in loving GoD." -BROTHER LAWRENCE.

Measure not the work Until the day's out and the labour done.

The past is gained, secure, and on record.

This is how I think of Mount Rainier, not as an icon of permanence but as a source of relentless change, a mountain forever falling.

For the time spent in impersonal accommodation has become so brief that the contemporary nomad no longer has the luxury of settling down once and for all. Of greater importance to him is what he can take away with him, what is mobile and portable.

You can tell how long a couple has been married by whether they are on their first, second or third bottle of Tabasco.

Even the most painstaking history is a bridge across an eternal mystery.

In this respect early youth is exactly like old age it is a time of waiting for a big trip to an unknown destination. The chief difference is that youth waits for the morning limited and age waits for the night train.

We lived in Indian summer and mistook it for spring.

History does not usually make real sense until long afterward.

Each wound has its own time for healing...The wounds of the heart are much deeper than those of the flesh.

Time becomes very weird. Sometimes it seems as if the hours are rushing by in a blur, the moment of performance hurtling toward me. Other times the clock seems to poke along like a sloth with chronic fatigue syndrome.

Those who suffer terrible wars have a finer sense of when they begin and when they end.

Memory is the capacity to carry forward in time some element of an experience.

But this help is often mistimed, disorganized, and almost always ignorant of trauma. Thousands volunteer their time in the first few weeks; six months later, no one does.

The key to healthy development is getting the right experiences in the right amounts at the right time.