Quotes About Time

People who have time on their hands will inevitably waste the time of people who have work to do.

Oh, how quickly things changed! Why didn't happiness last for ever? For ever wasn't a bit too long.

Bir ÅŸeyleri beklemek çok tehlikeli... Bir ÅŸeyleri beklersen, yaln?zca senden daha daha uzakla??r beklediklerin.

Perdida! Una hora de oro Con sus sesenta minutos de diamante No se ofrece recompensa Pues ¡Perdida está para siempre!

Do you think there will be Mondays in heaven?' (...) 'Heaven will be one long Monday'.

Eleven o'clock. A knock at the door... I hope I haven't disturbed you, madam. You weren't asleep—were you? But I've just given my lady

Eleven o'clock. A knock at the door... I hope I haven't disturbed you, madam. You weren't asleep—were you? But I've just given my lady her tea, and there was such a nice cup over, I thought

The shortness of life! The shortness of life!' I've only one night or one day, and there's this vast dangerous garden, waiting out there, undiscovered, unexplored.

But don't you hear what I've said?' David cried. 'It's this very vengeance and betrayal that's torn our country apart. Where will it end? If we believe in God, we must believe in a divine justice that in time will restore sanity.' 'I have no time,' said Mireille. 'I will not wait for God.

By the European Julian calendar it was already November 4, exactly one year and seven months from the date—dare she think of it—when she'd determined to withdraw the Montglane Service from its hiding place of a thousand years. But here in Russia, by the Gregorian calendar, it was only October 23.

Los hombres dicen que el tiempo pasa....el tiempo dice que los hombres mueren

Permanecer siempre fiel a un antiguo amor es a veces el secreto de toda una vida».

Memory is a slippery thing. When something terrible happens to you, like the loss of someone you love...memory can turn into a soft blanket that hides you from the loss.

It doesn't come up ever, and yet it comes up always.

The same wind that crept around the massive feet of the dinosaurs now swirls around the toes of baby koalas.

Trees are the arbiters of time, gathering up the hours and days and years, keeping them in their circular rings. They know that forgetting is not so easy. The blackjacks, the water oaks, the sumacs, they all had time to spare, and more.

What a dire time to be attracted to men.

You begin to know that life is transient, and even at its longest, far too short.

I've watched the seconds pat and nurse Their man; and seen him put to bed; With twenty guineas in his purse, And not an eye within his head. —J.H. Reynolds, The Fancy

History is like an endless waltz, it never ends, it keeps going on and on.

You have to be able to make them silent; it's the silence that allows you to hear that glorious moment when the middle C vibrates with the middle tone of all things, the center of time, the hum of tide through a sea urchin's spines, the golden mean that is the exact middle between two extremes, the way courage exactly cuts the difference between recklessness and cowardice.

Try to go infinitely deep into any piece of the distance of time. If there is eternal life, a friend says, it will not be in the length of your life, but in its depth…I don't think there is any limit to the depth of each moment, and I am going to try to live in a way that plumbs those depths, to live thickly, expanding the reach of my moment down into the mire of detail and up into the damp and cry-filled air.

Maybe this is why the Earth has the power over time to wash sorrow into a deeper pool, cold and shadowed. And maybe this is why, even though sorrow never disappears, it can make a deeper connection to the currents of life and so connect, somehow, to sources of wonder and solace. I don't know. And I don't know what gladness is or where it comes from that feels like a splitting open of the self. It takes me by surprise.

2. Impulse to "do one more thing" when I don't have enough time