Quotes About Time

It seemed that the years had softened her, or perhaps they'd hardened me

You can have the stodgy mature months that plod along being all one thing or another. I've run my legs off trying to keep up with March and it's a privilege.

Don't fear tomorrow, till today's done with you.

We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

On ne se souvient pas des jours, on se souvient des instants.

Non si ricordano i giorni, si ricordano gli attimi.

We do not remember days, we remember moments

all is the same time has gone by some day you come some day you'll die someone has died long time ago.

We live less than the time it takes to blink an eye, if we measure our lives against eternity. So it may be asked what value is there to a human life. There is so much pain in the world. What does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye? . . .I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something.

The blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant.

We live less than the time it takes to blink an eye, if we measure our lives against eternity...a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant...A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life.

a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something.

Every day learns from the one that went before, but no day teaches the one that follows. Well

Each generation thinks it fights new battles. But the battles are the same. Only the people are different.

Had something inarticulate been handed down from generation to generation that came to life in each individual at a time most appropriate to him?

All a man has in the world is the now, the day and the hour where he is, because tomorrow is an entirely different world.

A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant.

a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing, But the man who lves that span, he is something… A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life. It is hard work to fill one's life with meaning.

Another time? Why another time? Will another time make a difference, Aryeh?

How memory accordions time and places disparate moments next to one another like photographic slides on a tray!

a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant...

Some troubles do not go away as we grow older. They grow older with us.

For each of us has a perch on the tree. After we are gone, that perch is marked by a notch, permanent, yes, but with its edges muting over time, assuming the tree is ever growing. Years from now someone can see that you were here, or there, and although you had little conception or care for the wider branching, in the next life there might be a sigh of wonder at how quietly flourishing it all was, if never majestic.

There is something universally chilling about a new plot. And I could see how my boy needed time and space for a story to bloom in his mind, because at any age what comes before sight is a conjuring. A trope, which is just a way to believe.