Quotes About Time

The arc of a child's life only appears for a while to match the arc of a parent's, in reality one sits atop the other, a hill atop a hill, a curve atop a curve. His arc now needed to curve lower while his son's still curved higher.

He preferred to abide, in a sense, in the past, for the past offered more to him.

Time is our most precious currency. So it's significant that we are being encouraged, wherever possible, to think of our attention not as expenditure but as consumption. This blurring of labor and entertainment forms the basis, for example, of the financial alchemy that conjures deca-billion-dollar valuations for social-networking companies.

Anders knew he would soon lose his father, and that impending loss seemed more concrete now, more real, not like air but like a door or a wall, something you could bang against, bang into, and of course children know they will lose their parents, they know it from early on, but most are able to believe that that particular present will not come, that it is years away....

From a distance she might be mistaken for a very young woman, while the maid seemed to have aged doubly, perhaps for them both, as if her occupation had been to age, to exchange the magic of months for bank notes and food.

We are all migrants through time. ELEVEN

e quando usciva l'anziana signora aveva la sensazione di essere emigrata anche lei, che tutti emigriamo anche se restiamo nella stessa casa per tutta la vita, perché non possiamo evitarlo. Siamo tutti migranti attraverso il tempo.

I wish I was as old as my parents. Or as young as my son. I wish it didn't have to be me telling my wife to stay where she is, saying everything will be fine in a voice she doesn't believe and I don't believe either.

War would soon erode the facade of their building as though it had accelerated time itself, a day's toll outpacing that of a decade.

Here, in the heady bouquet of nature's pantry, your father sniffs mortality.

end of a couple is like a death, and the notion of death, of temporariness, can remind us of the value of things

They had spent the past ten years like two trees in a forest, near one another without ever touching.

He was a man too busy to flush toilets.

What I did not know-I was a young man- is that there are two kinds of love. The kind that starts off big and slowly wears away, that seems you can never use it up and then one day is finished. And the kind that you don't notice at first, but which adds a little bit to itself every day, like an oyster makes a pearl, grain by grain, a jewel from the sand.

What I did not know—I was a young man—is that there are two kinds of love. The kind that starts off big and slowly wears away, that seems you can never use it up and then one day is finished. And the kind that you don't notice at first, but which adds a little bit to itself every day, like an oyster makes a pearl, grain by grain, a jewel from the sand.

She smiled at her sister-in-law's small sad face, all her features lined up, as ever, to mourn for everything that had passed and all that would come to pass.

When she woke she thought I know what I would wish but by now she knew that where she wanted to go was not a different place but a different time.

I have taken time away," said Ma, "now I am going back to your father. You see? Life is not simple. You do not know what will happen with Joe." "Okay, Ma." She wouldn't argue, because Ma had used her best stubborn voice.

You know, one meets so many people, the years pass and pass, but there are certain times, certain people— . . . They take up room. So much room. I was married to Howard for twenty-eight years and yet he made only a piddling dent in my memory. A little nick. But certain others, they move in and make themselves at home and start flapping their arms in the story you make of your life. They have a wingspan. . . .

You know, one meets so many people, the years pass and pass, but there are certain times, certain people— . . . They take up room. So much room. I was married to Howard for twenty-eight years and yet he made only a piddling dent in my memory. A little nick. But certain others, they move in and make themselves at home and start flapping their arms in the story you make of your life. They have a wingspan.

Má, please do not cry. I know I could have bought bread with it, a room for the night. I could have bought acts of love with it, but I could have never bought back the years of your life. Sorrow, even when tempered by sweat and toil into a whisper weight of gold, is still sorrow. Worthless to us both in the end, Má. Better that a stranger circles the globe with it than your youngest son.

Anh Minh believed that if he could save three minutes here, five minutes there, then one day he could tally them all up and have enough to start life all over again.

Nekem megvan a magam külön szótára: akkor múlatom az idÅ't, ha rossz és kellemetlen; ha jó, nem akarom elmúlatni: ízlelem, belékapaszkodom. A rosszon át kell futni, a jóban meg kell pihenni.

Pas de doute, avec ce jour, j'ai vécu un de plus que je n'aurais dû