Quotes About Time

I don't want to get old. I want to stay young forever. Wouldn't that be great?

Man is deeply vulnerable when faced with overwhelming evil. Instead of consolidating his energy to fight it, he wastes valuable time and effort puzzling over it, insisting it is not, cannot possibly be, what it seems.

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity

Para entonces ya estaba muerta. En realidad, puede que llevara muerta mucho tiempo. Físicamente, solo unos segundos; mentalmente toda una vida.

Para entonces ya estaba muerta. En realidad, puede que llevara muerta mucho tiempo. Físicamente, solo unos segundo; mentalmente toda una vida.

By then she was dead. In fact, she may have been dead a while ago. Physically, several seconds ago, mentally, ages ago.

Grief gets worse, you know that, as you get older.

Grief, and remembering, and loss cannot be predicted or held at bay. She knows, and she lets her anger at the missing... at all the time she let slip away spill from inside her.

She is sure that tomorrow is not guaranteed and that too many women and men wait so long to say something, feel something, or go someplace. Too damn long

I think sometimes I think too damn much. I worry about this and that and everything else and then I wake up and four more years have slipped right out the back door.

Truth can be told in an instant, forgiveness can be offered spontaneously, but reconciliation is the work of lifetimes and generations.

Hope is an orientation, an insistence on wresting wisdom and joy from the endlessly fickle fabric of space and time.

sometimes our hearts just need time to accept what are heads already know

Sometimes it takes a few years before you understand what you're worth. And who's worth your time.

No more bereavement food. I was sick of it. It's funny how time is measured after you've lost someone. Everything relates back to that second your life swerved. The calendar isn't measured by the names of the months or seasons anymore, but by those significant dates. The day we met. The first time we kissed. The first dinner with his family. The anniversary of his death. The date of his funeral.

Te amo —repitió él. —Ya era hora —susurró ella

After all, how many days like this do you get in life? How often can you really be free, alive...weightless? That's the problem with perfect moments. They end.

Don't let me be your life's tragedy. Let me be one of the best things that ever happened. One of the many best things that ever happened to you. Let our time together be a beautiful, happy time in your life that came to an end, but led to more happiness, more love.

When you're living with a ticking clock, you can't be a loser. You can't think about what you won't get to see, what you'll never have. Ain't no one got time for that.

every day takes you further from the time he was alive, slicing you with the razor-sharp realization that those days would never be celebrated again.

James glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes had passed. This felt longer than a problematic colonoscopy.

Child, the healing of wounds takes time, and there is no better salve than gardening

But here in the open air, this naked, solitary fiddle began a rhythm that played havoc with time, making patterns that set you to moving and told your heart it had been beating the wrong way all your misspent life.

I suddenly understood why ancient man sat around staring at fire. It was a beautiful dance as old as the dawn of time. You could easily become entranced within its flames; stripping away everything except the raw humanity that burned within us all.