Quotes About Time

Being a Silent Brother is life, Clary Fray. But if you mean I remember my life before the Brotherhood, I do. Clary took a deep breath. "Were you ever in love? Before the Brotherhood? Was there ever anyone you would have died for?" There was a long silence. Then: Two people, said Brother Zachariah. There are memories that time does not erase, Clarissa. Ask your friend Magnus Bane, if you do not believe me. Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

If there was one thing she was learning from all this, it was how easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you'd have forever.

I don't like keeping her in the dark," Jace said. "We'll tell her in a week. What difference does a week make?" Jace gave him a look. "Two weeks ago you were dead." "Well, I wasn't suggesting two weeks," said Sebastian. "That would be insane.

Some lights were never meant to burn for long.

Love is not always a lightning bolt. Sometimes it is a creeping vine. It grows slowly until suddenly it is all that there is in the world.

Life is short, and wisdom long to learn.

What happened to you?" Jace looked affronted. "What happened to me?" Alec shook him, not lightly. "You said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?" Jace suggested.

I just don't see why the past has to matter.

Wait a second," Clary said. "I never understand why people say that," Luke said, to no one in particular. "I wasn't going anywhere.

Everyone gets the time they get together, and no more. Maybe we're not so different that way.

There were some memories, though, that never faded.

Those of us who do not live forever do not like change perhaps as much as those of you who do.

Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind.

Not forever, Tessa thought. They had a long, long time. A lifetime. His lifetime. And she would lose him one day, as she had lost Will, and her heart would break, as it had broken before. And she would put herself back together and go on, because the memory of having had Jem would be better than never having had him at all.

For as is often the happenstance with that which is precious and lost, when you find him again, he may well not be quite as you left him.

It was strange how your world could shift on its axis and everything you trusted could invert itself in what seemed like no time at all.

Being sixteen forever sounded good until you really thought about it. Then it didn't seem like such a great prospect.

Its three in the morning,' she noted with dismay. 'Do you think Simon's all right?' 'I think he's weird, actually,' said Jace. 'Though that has little to do with time.

To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted. Until you loved a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through your fingers.

Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die.

Years later Magnus would return to London and Camille Belcourt's side, and find it not all that he had dreamed. Years later another desperate Herondale boy with blue, blue eyes would come to his door, shaking with the cold of the rain and his own wretchedness, and this one Magnus would be able to help.

Jace: 'I don't like keeping her in the dark.' Sebastian: 'We'll tell her in a week. What difference does a week make?' Jace: 'Two weeks ago you were dead.' Sebastian: 'Well, I wasn't suggesting two weeks. That would be insane.

Great," Simon said. "Maybe I'll even make it back before my mother notices I'm gone. What's the time difference between here and Manhattan?" "You have a mother?" Aline looked amazed.

I am a hundred and forty six years old and this is not my first unwinnable war.