Quotes About Time

I watched him until he disappeared between the forest trees—watched after him almost as if I knew that, through no fault of his own, I would not converse with him again for a long time.

No. I have a place near Woodstock, but I've been spending more time here lately." Sylvia made a sound like she was clucking. "For one very obvious reason." I glanced at her and waited for more, but Gran said, "Now, Sylvia. Leave them be." I glanced swiftly at Rafe but he appeared oblivious.

personal feelings. He was too good for that. When the meeting ended, it was six o'clock. He returned to his office, typed up his own notes, then he stared

Nothing that had happened in the past could be taken away. This was an amazing gift. The past was done and over and settled; you couldn't get it back, but still, whatever good you had gotten from it, spiritually, emotionally, would be yours for your lifetime.

Zach found himself remembering something he'd heard Soledad and Leo saying the previous night, about healing. That it was mysterious. That it took time. And that Lucy was just at the beginning. That a terrible thing had happened - two terrible things, really - but they were now over. And that Lucy would be okay, in the end.

Kader was the worst fire in industrial history, taking more lives than the Triangle Shirtwaist Company fire that killed 146 young workers in New York City in 1911. The parallels between Triangle and Kader — separated from each other by half a world, and eighty-two years of so-called development — are chilling: it was as if time hadn't moved forward, but had simply shifted locations.

O]urs is a culture of the perpetual present, one that deliberately severs itself from the past that created us as well as the future we are shaping with our actions.

Well, I would have struck him, but I would have had to get up. You have no notion how difficult it is to arrange skirts when sitting down; it took me five minutes together the first time.

I had forgotten to fear him, from too much time spent too close.

My anger's a bad guest, my mother likes to say: comes without warning and stays a long time.

They come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring.

She was safe for another moment, one more moment, and all of life was only moments, after all.

It wasn't that I wanted a husband and a baby; I didn't, or rather, I only wanted them the way I wanted to live to a hundred: someday, far off, never thinking about the particulars.

A crowd of women around me doing the ocean of women's work that never subsided and never changed and always swallowed whatever time you gave it and wanted more, another hungry body of water. I submerged into it like a ritual bath and let it close over my head gladly.

There's a considerable distance between seeking perfection and irretrievable haste

A life before you in the moment isn't worth a hundred elsewhere, three months from now.

Once we're out of the Wood . . ., I said, but my voice died in my throat. I felt odd and sick. Did you ever get out of the Wood, if you'd been in it for twenty years?

They cut them down. They will always cut them down. They come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring

I will lay my hand upon the flow of time, if need be, that you shall have however much of it you seek.

Four years! My heart was glad as birds.

Then she'd straightened up and announced in irritation, "I've fallen out of time," before vanishing in a great cloud of smoke.

It certainly went quicker to throw money away than to make it

she didn't even have time to scream, just gave a startled "Oh!" and was gone

Surely it's not too much to ask a little patience