Quotes About Time

Why am I talking about all this? Who am I talking to? I send out these words, these thoughts, simply because it is time. Time for what, I do not know and it does not matter because it is what I want and that is always reason enough for me.

We all die. It's just a question of when and how horrible it's going to be.

Sita. He loved you and you loved him. You can't measure that love by how many days you spent together.

But centuries of time have not made me insensitive

Time cannot destroy it. I am that love - time cannot touch me. Time but changes the form. Somewhere in some time it will return. When you least expect it, the face of a loved one reappears. Look beyond that face and you will see me.

The late hour is such a friend; it has been for so many years.

My Dear Friend, You do not know me, but I know you. Since you first breathed in this world, I have watched you. The hopes you have wished, the worries you have feared, the sins you have committed–I know them all. I am The Observer, The Recorder. I am also The Punisher. The time has come for your punishment. Listen closely, the hourglass runs low.

The expression the impatience of youth is silly. The longer I live, the more impatient I become.

Everyday is a bank account, and time is our currency. No one is rich, no one is poor, we've got 24 hours each.

It takes patience and a calm environment. It takes strength and stamina. It takes respect and kindness. It takes responsibility and discipline. It takes attention and keen observation. It takes time and practice—a lot of doing it wrong before you get it right. And it takes listening to your own intuition. Notice how often

The average baby cries somewhere between one and five hours out of twenty-four

schedule is about time slots whereas E.A.S.Y. is about keeping up the same daily pattern—eating, activity and sleeping—and repeating that pattern every

Una rutina estructurada no es lo mismo que un «horario». Es importante repetir esto: la vida de un bebé no puede ajustarse a las agujas de un reloj.

It was the time of night when the odd feeling of not being quite in focus comes and goes, and all things are mysterious.

Farmer liked to tell his Harvard students that to be a good clinician you must never let a patient know that you have problems too, or that you're in a hurry.

Remember, planning the future and reflecting on the past are valuable exercises, but doing this throughout your day interferes with what is in front of you—your present.

An unknown author said, "Trust is a peculiar resource; it is built rather than depleted by use." Trust is something that takes time to build, can be lost in seconds, and may be our most important and most difficult objective in managing our relationships.

Sometimes it seems his whole life revolves around watching and waiting. Waiting for the right moment, waiting for the right memory to capture. Hoping for that perfect minute where everything finally comes together.

You spend long moments worrying and wondering only to see the wash up on the shore of a sea of wasted hours. Only to see them stranded on the island of foolishness. He wants that time back. He wants that energy back.

For parents, the days are long but the years are short.

I'll be taking a two-hour after-school class twice a week for seven and a half weeks. After those thirty hours of classroom time, which will bring me to the end of March, I'll need six hours behind the wheel. And then and only then will I be able to drive. I do the math in my mind as I speed home on my motorcycle from the firdt class.

This place is just a trailer for a film, Brandon. Our lives here. Heaven is like the movie. Except there's only one trailer before the movie. And the movie won't ever end.

The years passed unnoticed and unremembered, and one autumn morning I found myself suddenly forty-five years old. It was a time for weighing youthful hopes against mature accomplishment, for it was quite certain that I had by then done all I was ever going to do. Sitting alone at my desk that evening of my forty-fifth birthday I asked that least original of introspective questions: Where had it all gone? And the somewhat less banal question: What, after all, had it been? My

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