Quotes About Time

I'll wait for you. Come back. She meant it. Time would show she really meant it.

In her uncomfortable position, his mother cocked her head on one side as she prepared to listen. It was a habit Stephen himself had adopted. He could see their faces, the lined expressions of tenderness and anxiety. It was the aging, the essential selves enduring while the bodies withered away. He felt the urgency of contracting time, of unfinished business. There were conversations he had not yet had with them and for which he had always thought there would be time.

It is difficult to step outside the moment on any given day and ask the unnecessary, essential question, or to realize that however familiar, parents are also strangers to their children.

Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time

Sex is a different medium, refracting time and sense, a biological hyperspace as remote from conscious existence as dreams, or as water is from air.

Only the backward look, the well-researched history could tell peaks and troughs from portals.

All day long, she realized, she had been feeling strange, and seeing strangely, as though everything was already long in the past, made more vivid by posthumous ironies she could not quite grasp.

üks inimene, kes ootab teist, on nagu matemaatiline tehe, mil pole emotsioonidega mingit pistmist. Ootab. Üks inimene ei tee lihtsalt tükil ajal midagi, kuni teine kohale jõuab.

Even in the most richly communicative and reciprocal love affairs, it is nearly impossible to sustain that initial state of rapture beyond a few weeks.

The phrase was "in two places at once," and the memory was of early morning.

It's already clear to me how much of life is forgotten even as it happens. Most of it.

Memory's got nothing to do with years. You remember what you remember.

But there was that essence everyone forgets when a love recedes into the past—how it was, how it felt and tasted to be together through seconds, minutes and days, before everything that was taken for granted was discarded then overwritten by the tale of how it all ended, and then by the shaming inadequacies of memory. Paradise or

He who hesitates is not only lost, but miles from the next exit.

From the first sentence, we come into a presence, and we can see for ourselves the quality of a particular mind; in a matter of minutes we may read the fruits of a long-forgotten afternoon, an afternoon's work done in isolation, 150 years ago. And what was once an unfolding personal secret is now ours.

The temptation of the old, born into the middle of things, was to see in their deaths the end of everything, the end of times. That way their deaths made more sense.

Wasted time in beautiful places, lingering joyfully just inside the gates of paradise with the world's colours aflame, always regretting the setting sun and the call home, the Edenic expulsion into the next day and its usual concerns.

He needed that time edged with boredom in which fantasy could flourish. Though it still surprised her, she was to some extent familiar with the delicacy of masculine pride. Despite a surface assurance, men were easily offended. Their moods could swing wildly. Caught in the turbulence of the unacknowledged emotions, they tended to mask their uncertainty with aggression.

The years slid over old deaths like a heavy lid. Nearly everything that happens to you in life you forget. Should have kept a journal.

But there was that essence everyone forgets when a love recedes into the past—how it was, how it felt and tasted to be together through seconds, minutes and days, before everything that was taken for granted was discarded then overwritten by the tale of how it all ended, and then by the shaming inadequacies of memory.

As with alchemy, it's never the result that matters; it's the time spent on the process, the discipline of repetition.

A very smart man I once knew said that anticipation was sixty percent of life

Then she heard him say, "One!" And she realized that a third of her lifetime had just passed, never to return.

And always remember: if men believe that they'll outlive an empire, they will.