Quotes About Time

Passare del tempo con te è come guardare la vernice che si asciuga.» La voce di Lassiter riecheggiò fino alle stalattiti appese all'alta volta della Tomba. «Senza neanche che la casa migliori. Il che è una tragedia, visto com'è questo posto. Voi ragazzi avete sempre un debole per le tinte fosche? Mai sentito parlare dell'Ikea?» «Noi siamo vampiri», disse Tohr. «Mica fatine.»

because crime, like illness and accidents, didn't recognize any distinction between weekdays and weekends.

A second can change a lifetime forever.

Spending time with you is like watching paint dry." Lassiter's voice echoed up to the stalactites hanging from the Tomb's high ceiling. "Except without the home improvement—which is a tragedy, given how this place looks. Do you guys always go for the gloom and doom? You never hear of Pottery Barn?" -Lassiter to Tohr

Se qualcun altro avesse voluto percepire il senso di infinito del tempo e dell'esistenza, quello che doveva fare era guardare il cielo notturno e sentire i propri cari che ricambiavano lo sguardo. Era la grande dualità dell'unione e della separazione.

This psychology crap? I can guess where you're going with this tantrum, and in the interest of saving time — which seems to be an imperative for you — I would say that what is bullshit to you is a field of disciple that I've got a PhD is and will spend the rest of my life further researching, participating in, and advocating for. So if you're looking to persuade me that there isn't value in what I do, you're pushing water uphill.

Time was draining out like water from a bath, leaving a whole lot of cold in its absence

Se qualcun altro avesse voluto percepire il senso di infinito del tempo e dell'esistenza, quello che doveva fare era guardare il cielo notturno e sentire i propri cari che ricambiavano lo sguardo. Era la grande dualità dell'unione e della separazione.

El tiempo es un lujo, lo creas o no —dijo. —A mí me parece una maldición.

Lo que hay entre nosotros. Tal vez sea un asunto de una noche o dos. Tal vez dure un mes. Tal vez una década. Lo único que sé es que la vida es demasiado corta como para no regresar aquí y estar contigo otra vez de esta manera. La vida es demasiado corta y me gusta mucho estar contigo como para preocuparme por algo distinto a tener otro momento como éste.

He firmly believed that people were like pieces of meat; the longer they stewed, the softer they became. The tastier, too.

Assail: Tell me, is your Dom reputation just talk, or are you truly that perverted? Vishous: Waste my time with gossip and I'll answer that firsthand. Assail: Kinky.

A moment was all it took to change the course of everything. The problem was. . .no one knew which moment was going to matter, and there were so many, so very many.

As he stammered to give his answer, he reflected that time was never a given, love was never to be taken for granted, and some gifts could not be wrapped and put under a tree.

Cuando uno está inconsciente, o sedado, o a punto de llamar a las puertas del Ocaso, la perspectiva es diferente. Y la noción del tiempo cambia, como cambian las prioridades, la idea de lo que de verdad importa o no importa.

El destino no era fácil, pero al final ofrecía su recompensa. Con el tiempo, todo lo que pasaba era exactamente lo que debía pasar.

Some days lasted forever, Phury thought much later. And when the sun went down, there was still no end to them.

DEDICATED TO: YOU BOTH - AT THE RISK OF INAPPROPRIATE LEVITY,IT'S ABOUT TIME - AND NO ONE DESERVES IT MORE THAN THE TWO OF YOU.

Se qualcun altro avesse voluto percepire il senso di infinito del tempo e dell'esistenza, quello che doveva fare era guardare il cielo notturno e sentire i propri cari che ricambiavano lo sguardo. Era la grande dualità dell'unione e della separazione. Tratto da Le Ombre di J.R.Ward

You're wasting your time on me. Might as well go find another girl to charm.

Life kept you busy fighting off troubles, and you looked up, and the best parts of your life were gone.

A Mississippi summer is an awesome and boggling thing, a slab of steaming time, a hundred cubed: a hundred days at a hundred degrees and a hundred percent humidity.

I saw my father's wooden filing cabinet, his framed diplomas stacked on top of it, just as they'd been brought from his office. In that cabinet lay records of the colds, cut fingers, cancers, broken bones, mumps, diphtheria, births and deaths of a large part of Mill Valley for over two generations. Half the patients listed in those files were dead now, the wounds and tissue my father had treated only dust.

It seems to me that it's usually impossible to get hold of another time. You look at a pair of high-button shoes, the leather dry and cracked, buttons missing, the cloth uppers nearly drained of color by the years, and it just isn't possible to get into the mind of some long-gone woman who once saw them new. How could they ever have been new and shining, something a woman might actually covet?