Quotes About Time

Gwen almost as long as I can remember. When I got

Martha, I wonder if you can ever truly know someone you love until you have been married near forever." It was Martha's turn for an encouraging nod. "Loving someone and coming to know them better," Jack went on, "I think that will be an adventure all its own.

I need to see you again. Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. Roarke, what's going on here? Lieutenant. He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. Indications are we're having a romance. Then he laughed, kissed her again, hard and quick. I believe I could have held a gun to your head and you wouldn't have looked as terrified. Well, you'll have several days to think it through, won't you? She had a feeling several years wouldn't be enough.

That did eat up considerable time and effort. But I carved out a little time between bloodbaths. I've just put it together for you this morning, while you were getting a little more beauty sleep." "Is that a dig?" "Darling, how is telling you you're beautiful a dig?" Her answer was a snort as she strapped on her weapon.

See? It's senseless. How can you lose an hour? Where does it go? Can someone else find it? Does it get reported to the Lost Time Division?

times. She had them stand by, then took

The Present is the living sum-total of the whole Past. THOMAS CARLYLE

Not only had the nefarious Candy Thief snatched her chocolate, he/she had taken the time and trouble to replace it with the actual item on the freaking menu. She had to respect that.

Too many meetings. I'd go psycho if I had to face days stuffed with meetings. There are all these people in them.

life is never as long as we want it to be, and wasted time can never be recovered." A

Minute by minute, then hour by hour, then day by day. Work is solace, he said, friends are comfort. Life is for the living. You and I know that, even though we spend so much time with the dead - maybe because of that we know we have to live. Chale has been a great help to me. That's good, she said, thinking of the priest she'd suggested Morris talk to. You can ... you know, anytime. Yes. His lips curved. I know. You're work, and a friend, so have been both solace and comfort.

The husband's been pacing the floor for hours by now. Let's go give him the bad news." "I hate this part," Peabody murmured. "When you don't, it's time to find another line of work.

Because death's an insult anytime. When somebody hurries it along, that's the biggest insult of all.

It took time, at least in her experience, to grow accustomed to carrying love.

Her feet were killing her. And it made her imagine traveling back in time, hunting down whoever had invented stiletto heels, and beating the crap out of him.

La literatura es un arte que sabe profetizar aquel tiempo en que habrá enmudecido, [...] y enamorarse de la propia disolución y cortejar su fin.

With the buck before me suspended in immobility, there seems to be time for all things, time even to turn my gaze inward and see what it is that has robbed the hunt of its savour: the sense that this has become no longer a morning's hunting but an occasion on which either the proud ram bleeds to death on the ice or the old hunter misses his aim; that for the duration of this frozen moment the stars are locked in a configuration in which events are not themselves but stand for other things.

Empire as located its existence not in the smooth recurrent spinning time of the cycle of the seasons but in the jagged time of rise and fall, of beginning and end, of catastrophe.

but what do slow and fast matter any more?

The path that leads through Latin and alebra is not the path to material success. But it may suggest much more: that understanding things is a waste of time; that if you want to succeed in the world and have a happy family and a nice home and a BMW you should not try to understand things but just add up the numbers or press the buttons or do whatever else it is that marketers are so richly rewarded for doing.

The reason is that as far as I am concerned, what happened to me is a purely private matter. In another time, in another place it might be held to be a public matter. But in this place, in this time, it is not. It is my bussines, mine alone. 'This place being what?' 'This place being South Africa

He thinks: she had a life before I was born. He is glad for her sake, since she has no life any more.

There is not enough time in a single life to know all of Voëlfontein, know its every stone and bush. No time can be enough when one loves a place with such devouring love.

El pasado es historia, y ¿qué es la historia salvo un relato hecho de aire que nos contamos a nosotros mismos?