Quotes About Time

The pain gets better with time," I told her. "It always hurts, but it gets better.

Should I bring my own chains this time? Or do you have bigger plans, and this is some sort of freaky murder foreplay?

Time may have taught him patience with less agile minds, but it could hardly teach him how to escape boredom in their presence.

My mom once told me that the American Dream was to live better than your parents." "Do you think it's true?" he asked. "I think everyone defines better differently. Some want more money. Others want more time.

you think I would be old enough? I'm a grown

But know that there will never be another one like you for me and one like me for you. We both waited years so we could meet.

Breath caught in my chest. I realized with absolute clarity that one day I was going to die. One day I would no longer be here. All the things I wanted, all my thoughts, all my worries—all of it would be gone with me, lost forever. There were so many things I wanted to do. So much I still wanted to see. I had to hold on to it. I had to hold on to every short second of life. Every breath was a gift, gone forever to the cold stars the moment

Breath caught in my chest. I realized with absolute clarity that one day I was going to die. One day I would no longer be here. All the things I wanted, all my thoughts, all my worries—all of it would be gone with me, lost forever. There were so many things I wanted to do. So much I still wanted to see. I had to hold on to it. I had to hold on to every short second of life. Every breath was a gift, gone forever to the cold stars the moment I exhaled.

All false art, all vain wisdom, lasts its time but finally destroys itself, and its highest culture is also the epoch of its decay.

Every beginning is in time, and every limit of extension in space. Space and time, however, exist in the world of sense only. Hence phenomena are only limited in the world conditionally, the world itself, however, is limited neither conditionally nor unconditionally.

Hence we may at once dismiss as easily foreseen but futile objection, "that by our admitting the ideality of space and of time the whole sensible world would be turned into mere illusion.

For if we regard space and time as properties that must, as regards their possibility, be found in things in themselves, [...] then we really cannot blame the good Bishop Berkeley for degrading bodies to mere illusion. Nay, even our own existence, which would thus be made dependent on the self-subsistent reality of a non-entity such as time, would, along with this time, be changed into mere illusion - an absurdity of which hitherto no one has been guilty.

things which as effects presuppose others as causes cannot be reciprocally at the same time causes of these.

To the cosmological question, therefore, respecting the quantity of the world, the first and negative answer is, that the world has no first beginning in time, and no extreme limit in space.

We cannot think a line without drawing it in thought; we cannot think a circle without describing it; we cannot represent, at all, the three dimensions of space without placing, from the same point, three lines perpendicularly to one another; we cannot even represent time, except by attending, while drawing a straight line [...]

It is not time that passes, but the existence of what is changable that passes in time.

iI Tempo non è altro che la forma dell'intuizione di noi stessi e del nostro stato interno

dishonor is like a scar on a tree, which time, instead of effacing, only helps to enlarge. Mencius

Like a patchwork quilt, I realize now that it's the culmination of small beautiful moments that makes the quilt of our lives so beautiful. And even though we haven't had as much time to create the fabric for the squares of ours, I know without a doubt that I will leave behind an entire quilt of beautiful moments.

Men who loved you when you were twenty, and who continue to see you the way you looked then are impossible to replace.

She should have turned the other way, said nothing, waited...She's too young. She doesn't know that time heals all, wipes everything away. She doesn't know that her Bernard will change, that she will change. If they live to be old, they will change body and soul, two or even three times, perhaps more. She can't hold on to the man Bernard is today. She should leave him be, she should forget. Another Bernard will be there tomorrow.

Beware: forget the reworking of characters. Obviously, the time-span is short. The first three parts, in any case, will only cover a period of three years. As for the last two, well that's God's secret and what I wouldn't give to know it.

Ancora un'ora persa, sprofondata nel nulla, che è colata via tra le dita come acqua e che non tornerà più... Vorrei andarmene lontano, oppure morire....

Ci resta sempre in fondo al cuore il rimpianto di un'ora, di un'estate, di un fuggevole istante in cui la giovinezza si schiude come una gemma.