Quotes About Time

Today has gone on long enough.

I don't think about my parents much. I've only got a handful of memories, and I don't want them wearing away, textures rubbing smooth, colors fading from overexposure. When I take them out, once in a blue moon, I need them bright enough to catch my breath and sharp enough to cut.

Over time, the ghosts of things that happened start to turn distant; once they've cut you a couple of million times, their edges blunt on your scar tissue, they wear thin. The ones that slice like razors forever are the ghosts of things that never got the chance to happen.

you know everybody has a turn, and you just try to find something interesting every day to make you glad it hasn't happened yet.

Is that your lesson?" she asked him. "I'm sorry to hear that, because you always said just the opposite. Love what you have while you have it, before it's gone. Isn't that what you were always trying to tell me?" Her damp eyes glimmered.

How ironic it was that mortals, who had the least time of all, were willing to waste so much of it away from the people they love.

Days dragged on in this town like they were getting paid by the minute.

What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.

Except that the digital numbers shifted as she stared and the clock's panels turned to 3:53.

Zoe dropped the towel back onto the floor, glancing at the bedroom clock: 3:52. Twenty-three minutes

What time will you be home?" she'd

Aldridge, c'est le temps qui lui reste à vivre. Tous les événements d'une vie sont connectés. Notre vie, à tout moment, est la somme de tous nos actes et de tous les lieux où nous nous sommes rendus. Nos décisions déterminent non seulement où notre vie prendra fin, mais aussi la personne que nous devenons en

Seven hours, fifteen minutes and counting… Shifting into high gear, Zoe started with the obvious—her clothes, her laptop, most of her toiletries. Most because, after eight years in the house, there was a lot that had accumulated simply because she couldn't throw things out. Zoe wasn't a hoarder by any stretch, but this was a sad fact: when one partner splurged at every opportunity, the other developed a mindset of scarcity. Even

The usual time, he'd said. The usual time.

sad things are beautiful only from a distance therefore you just want to get away from them from a distance of one hundred and thirty years ....i'm going to distance myself until the world is beautiful

Death is the end of the fear of death. [...] To avoid it we must not stop fearing it and so life is fear. Death is time because time allows us to move toward death which we fear at all times when alive. We move around and that is fear. Movement through space requires time. Without death there is no movement through space and no life and no fear. To be aware of death is to be alive is to fear is to move around in space and time toward death.

People went up and down Sixth Avenue with the word motherfucker in their heads. They felt no emotions, had no sensation of life, love, or the pursuit of happiness, but only the knowledge of being stuck between a Thursday and a Saturday, air and things, this thought and the next, philosophy and action; birth, death, God, the devil, heaven, and hell. There was no escape, ever, was what people felt.

I itched to have my phone in my hands so I could . . . I didn't even know what. I wanted distraction. I wanted a Hermione Time-Turner. I

There is only one world, the world pressing against you at this minute. There is only one minute in which you are alive, this minute here and now. The only way to live is by accepting each minute as an unrepeatable miracle.

I'm skimming over life and racing to the finish line—death.

There are 7 days in a week but someday isn't one of them.

In every twenty-four hours there is always one which is full of anguish and self-pity and confusion and the desire to see other faces, but an hour passes quickly enough.

Oh my son," sighed Ama. "I was talking to the shadows of the pomegranate trees. At least they will be here when we are all gone.

Isn't it odd that you only become clever when it's too late?