Quotes About Time

Tomorrow is going to have to take care of itself for a while, Alyssa says. Then she adds, Yesterday, too.

You don't so much sleep as borrow eight hours from death.

Today you're in a hospital. Or at least this morning. This hour. This minute. Where you'll be three minutes from now is anyone's guess. You've begun to notice, though, that, bit by bit the sense of being outside yourself has diminished with each passing day. A critical mass is reached, and now your soul collapses in upon itself. You're back inside the vessel of your body. Just one. Just you. Just an individual. Me.

We can put off things far more effectively than those doomed to die, because death has become the exception instead of the rule.

Who he was and who he will be are connected only by the fine, nearly invisible thread of who he is now.

Things pass. Even big things. And when they're far behind us, they don't look as big anymore.

while it's five in the morning here, it's also five in the evening somewhere in China—proving that incompatible truths make perfect sense when seen with global perspective.

Each day the sea is exactly the same. We seem no closer, and no farther from anything.

The stars will go dark and the universe will end before I get this year back. That is the weight chained to my ankle, and it is far heavier than any anchor. That is the overwhelming never that I must face. And I still don't know if I'll disappear into it, or find a way to push beyond.

If it was a time bomb, then what she had done that day was started the clock.

I)n this world of change and lost memories, time brings all things full circle. That which was discarded becomes priceless.Those who were abandoned will someday be loved—if you can hold on till that day.

B)ut a second can split in a million different directions...

Which side was I on? There was no time to search for answers. All I could do now was ride on a werewolf's back, toward a destiny as hidden as the dark side of the moon.

What does it take to unwind the unwanted? It takes twelve surgeons, in teams of two, rotating in and out as their medical specialty is needed. It takes nine surgical assistants and four nurses. It takes three hours.

Life is a dance that concludes on its own schedule. And so there we sit, keeping each other company as we wait for the last petal to fall.

Love remained mortal, while we became eternal.

My father has this irritating habit of saying the same thing whenever something bad happens. This, too, shall pass, he says. What annoys me is that he's always right about it. What annoys me even more is that he always reminds me later when it does pass, as a smug I told you so.

People say it all started the day that newlywed couple died at the face of Exit Glacier, but they just say that because people like things to have a beginning and an end.

It will never happen for them, but somehow he's content in knowing that in some other place and time it would have. He holds her for ten seconds, twenty. Thirty. Then she slips away, and he returns to the dining hall. In a few minutes he hears her playing, the strains of her music pouring forth, filling Happy Jack with the upbeat, pulse-pounding sound track of the damned.

Their sleep was dreamless, as it would be for a long, long time.

Los mortales fantaseaban con que el amor era eterno y su pérdida, inimaginable. Ahora sabemos que ninguno de los dos supuestos era cierto. El amor siguió siendo mortal, mientras que nosotros nos hicimos eternos.

Today's target was a woman of ninety-three who looked thirty-three, and who was constantly busy. When she wasn't looking at her phone she was looking in her purse; when she wasn't looking in her purse she was looking at her nails, or the sleeve of her blouse, or the loose button on her jacket. What does she fear in idleness? Citra wondered. The woman was so self- absorbed, she had no clue that she was under the scrutiny of a scythe, trailing her by only ten yards.

It's not that I don't want to, I'm just busy today. Can I throw you under a truck some other time?

Was there ever a time when people weren't plagued with boredom? A time when motivation wasn't so hard to come by?