Quotes About Time

all people needed was time and then they could figure most things out of themselves.

I lost my dad. He lost his tomorrows and I lost all the tomorrows with him. You could say that now, I appreciate them when they come. Now, I want to make them the best they can possibly be.

In truth, we're all just pottering, filling the time that we have here, only we like to make ourselves feel bigger by compiling lists of importance.

Despite time being infinite, my time was limited, my time was running out. I realized that my hour and someone else's hour are not equal. We cannot spend it the same way; we cannot think of it in the same way.

Moments are precious; sometimes they linger and other times they're fleeting, and yet so much could be done in them; you could change your mind, you could save a life and you could even fall in love.

It can take a lifetime to build up a friendship- it can take a second to make an enemy.

UnsureOne: But surely if you've been friends since you were six and you're now thirty-two, you've both been married once and are now living with other people in different countries, then if it hasn't happened by now, it won't be happening at all.

Our life is made up of time. Our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a quick few minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could.

How presumptuous they both had been never to consider growing old as an achievement and a challenge.

So that makes time more precious, doesn't it? More precious than money, more precious than anything. You can never earn more time. Once an hour goes by, a week, a month, a year, you'll never get them back.

Nothing can ever be the same when all the time we're changing.

Each second is rather torturous, as though it will never move on, and as though it will never get any easier, and yet when I look back on it, look where we are. Two weeks on. And I'm doing it. And I still believe I simply cannot.

And yet time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could.

Rushing, rushing, rushing. We are always rushing. Never have enough time here, always trying to make our way there. Need to have left here five minutes ago, need to be there now.

This story is about people, secrets, and time. About people who, not unlike wrapped parcels, cover themselves with layers and layers until they present themselves to the right ones who can unwrap them and see inside.

Our life is made up of time. Our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years.

We grab a quick few minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments.

She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.

Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It is time that we do not have enough of; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely. Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for Christmas morning. Time can't be given. But it can be shared.

Time can't be given. But it can be shared

In one second, almost two and a half million emails are sent, the universe expands fifteen kilometres and thirty stars explode, a honey bee can flap its wings two hundred times, the fastest snail travels 1.3 centimetres, objects can fall sixteen feet, and 'Will you marry me?' can change a life.

There was so much time wasted not spending it together.

Los momentos son muy valiosos; a veces se prolongan y otra veces son fugaces, y sin embargo puede hacerse mucho en ellos; en un momento puedes cambiar una mente, puedes salvar una vida y puedes incluso enamorarte.

Rushing, rushing, rushing. We are always rushing.