Quotes About Time

those familiar with the rigors of such activities, the limit expands to something like four hours, but rarely more.

If I organize my life in such a way that I get lots of long, consecutive, uninterrupted time-chunks, I can write novels. [If I instead get interrupted a lot] what replaces it? Instead of a novel that will be around for a long time … there is a bunch of e-mail messages that I have sent out to individual persons.

schedule in advance the time you spend on low-quality leisure.

What percentage of my time should be spent on shallow work? This strategy suggests that you ask it.

We justify many of the technologies that tyrannize our time and attention with some tangential connection to something we care about.

pues que la vida es tan corta,/ soñemos, alma, soñemos...

Sólo a una mujer amaba que fue verdad, creo yo, 1150 en que todo se acabó, y esto solo no se acaba.

So if it seems that some of what I'll have to say in the pages to come doesn't reflect the mellowing of age, that's only because I've never found that life and memories respond to time the way that tobacco does.

Quienes quieran ser jóvenes cuando sean viejos, deberán ser viejos cuando sean jóvenes. JOHN RAY, 1670

Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought meTears, and I remembered how often togetherWe ran the sun down with talk… somewhereYou've long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend.But your Nightingales live on. Though the Death-worldClaws at everything, it will not touch them.

They told me,Heraclitus,they told me you are dead, They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed... I wept when i remembered how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking,and sent him down the sky.

It has been my observation in life that, if one will only exercise the patience to wait, his wants are likely to be filled.

Define your times. Treasure your calling. Pray without ceasing. The terrors of the age are less than the grandeur of the Christ within you.

To say, "This morning I want to preach to you a doctrinal sermon," is to hear the loud report of a thousand minds clicking off at one time.

Beware, O earth, the prophet who claims to know the time but never wears a watch.

What would I do differently if I could do it all over again? I would put more emphasis on being a better husband and father. To the church or the university I would whip out a lot more noes, and a lot more yesses to my family. I would eradicate almost all of the 'Daddy's-too-busies,' and the 'later, darlings,' from my vocabulary.

I think there is a great deal to the idea of not doing a thing, but that when you do a thing, you don't do it in five minutes or in five hours, but in five years. I think there's an element in the slowness of the execution that adds to the possibility of producing something that will be durable in its expression, that will be considered important five centuries later.

things of great importance have to be slowly produced. I don't believe in speed in artistic production, and that goes with integration.

Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.

September is a changeable sort of month. One foot in summer and the other in autumn.

A story can fly like a bee, so straight and swift you catch only the hum of its passing. Or move so slowly it seems motionless, curled in upon itself like a snake in the sun. It can vanish like smoke before the wind. Linger like perfume in the nose. Change with every telling, yet always remain the same.

How do you recognize the face of love? Can love happen in an instant, or can it only grow slowly, bolstered by the course of time? Is it possible that love might be both? A thing that takes forever to reach its true conclusion, made possible by what occurs in no more than the blink of an eye?

An old woman, still beautiful, but bent, softened with time.

He had wasted the span of my entire life.