Quotes About Time

Providencia sólo necesitó un poco de lluvia y una nube que cruzó por el cielo a contrapelo de la estación y bastó para que se derrumbase un mundo. La batalla de Waterloo, y esto es lo que le dio a Blücher el tiempo necesario para llegar, no pudo empezar hasta las once y media. ¿Por qué? Porque el suelo estaba mojado. Hubo que esperar a que se endureciese un poco para que pudiera maniobrar la artillería.

The love, it comes in the beginning of her life and at the end of yours. God is cruel that way.

But I was wrong and stupid. I do love you. I love you and I miss you and I hope to hell I'm not too late because I want to grow old with the man I was young with.

This too shall pass. Life has a way of going on, and you do your best to move with it. A broken heart heals. Like every wound, there's a scar, a memory, but it fades. Finally you realize that an hour has passed without your thinking about it, then a day...

They hadn't loved each other enough in the time they had, and then time ran out.

She hadn't been where it mattered, making memories with her husband and children. Maybe she'd thought time was more elastic, or love more forgiving.

This is what my story gave them, and in the past ten years, we have loved enough for a lifetime. I think, Good-bye, my girls. I love you. I have always loved you. And I go.

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.

Why was it that pebbles looked like boulders until they were in your rearview mirror?

More and more often they talked about the old days, back when they'd been too young to know that they were young, when the whole world had seemed open to them and dreams were as easy to pick as daisies.

She had counted on a lifetime to teach her children what they needed to know, but she didn't have that gift of grace and time. Still, she had given them what mattered: they were loved and they knew it. Everything else was decoration.

The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present.

Nina had spent a lot of time with injured or dying people, standing witness, revealing universal pain through individual suffering.

Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forward. —SØREN KIERKEGAARD

Time passed slowly, in indrawn breaths and captured prayers and creaks of the chair. Vianne watched the tiny black hands on the mantel clock click forward. She patted the baby's back in rhythm with the passing minutes. Finally

Tragedy was like that, a razor that sliced through time, severing the now from the before, incising the what-might-have-been from reality as cleanly as any surgeon's blade.

In that one image, Matthew saw the whole of his life; past, present, and future. It was one of those moments—an instant of grace in a crazy, sometimes impossibly dangerous world—that changed a man's life.

Her story—which is the story of a time and land and the indomitable will of a people—is my story; two lives woven together, and like any good story, ours will begin and end and begin again.

Some things in life, though, couldn't be gone in search of. They simply had to be waited for. Like the weather. You could look on the horizon and see a bank of black storm clouds. That didn't guarantee rain tomorrow. It might just as easily dawn bright and clear. There was no damn way to tell. All you could do was keep moving and live your life.

Maybe she'd thought time was more elastic, or love more forgiving.

It would always be a part of her, a scar on her soul, but like all scars, it faded in time from a bright and burning red to a slim, silvery line that could only sometimes be seen.

It's too bad we don't live life backward. I think it was Kierkegaard who said that.

With the wisdom of time and the passing of years, she knew that. She knew, too, that love didn't evaporate. It faded, perhaps, lost its weight like bones left out in the sun, but it didn't go away.

It's funny how things slip away, pieces of us, even.