Quotes About Time

It was a lesson that I would learn in time though it wasn't Hegbert who taught me.

And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.

That life isn't fair? Yeah, that, of course. But I also learned that it's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief... lessens.

we shared the longest ride together, this thing called life

I know what it's like to be day and night now; always together, forever apart.

A life, after all, is simply a series of little lives, each of them lived one day at a time, and every single one of those days has choices and consequences. Piece by piece, those decisions help to form the people we become.

Two weeks together, that's all it took, two weeks for me to fall in love with you. ?

They were inlove, but they hadn't been lovers; they were friends and yet also strangers for so many years

That's how I always want to remember my time with you. Like a pure white light, breathtaking to behold.

One of the great things about a leaf," he said to her, "is that it reminds you to live as well as you can for as long as you can, until it's finally time to let go and allow yourself to drift away with grace.

Men are like that sometimes - if they meet someone and fall in love, it's real, no matter how fast it happened. But if someone falls for a woman they happen to care about, all they do is question the man's intentions.

God, with a wisdom I can't claim to understand, called you home a long time ago, and the tears I shed that night have never seemed to dry.

It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief . . . lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it's not so overwhelming.

You need to learn patience, you grasshopper

I never know what to tell them. I mean, there's nothing you can say to make a person stop hurting. Half the time, I just feel like telling them the truth. I'd say that for 3 months, you're going to feel worse than you've ever felt and you cope as best you can. And that after 6 months, the pain isn't so bad, but it still hurts more than you think it will. And even after years, you still find yourself thinking about the person you lost and get sad about it. And you still miss them all the time.

Memories are a doorway to the past, and the more one treasures the memories, the wider the door will open.

Love could be set in motion quickly, but true love needed time to grow into something strong and enduring.

When you know that someone close to you is going to die, there's a natural tendency to want to spend as much time with them as you can.

I'm different now than I was then. Just like I was different at the end of the trip than I'd been at the beginning. And I'll be different tomorrow than I am today. And what that means is I can never replicate that trip. Even if I went to the same places and met the same people, it wouldn't be the same.

She understood then, with the distance that maturity brings, how much he'd loved her back then. And still did, something whispered inside her, and all at once she had the strange impression that everything they'd shared in the past had been the opening chapters in a book with a conclusion that had yet to be written.

There had been a long period of time during which he remembered being very happy. But things change. People change. Change was one of the most inevitable laws of nature, exacting its toll on people's lives. Mistakes are made, regrets form, and all that was left were repercussions that made something as simple as rising from the bed seem almost laborious.

Because I thought it was good enough. And I hoped I could change. That over time, maybe I would come to feel the same way about him as I did about you. But I didn't, and as the years went on, I think he came to see that, too. And it hurt him, and I knew it hurt him, but the harder he tried to show me how important I was to him, the more suffocated I felt. And I resented that. I resented him...

And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever.

It went on, this lifetime in a box, one letter after another.