Quotes About Time

But the soul, the spirit that made her Livvy was no longer there: It was something that had gone away to a far and untouchable place, even as Julian ran his hands over her hair again and again and begged her to wake up and look at him just one more time. High above the Council Hall, the golden clock began to chime the hour.

We were once getting married. And I have loved you all this time- a century and a half. -Jem

I think the Big Bang theory must have been invented by a man. A woman would have wanted it to take longer and insisted on a commitment.

My vampire senses heightened and I could hear the squeals of rodents and soft gasping noises that reminded me of the way it sounded when someone tried to scream without drawing a deep breath. My teeth lengthened, saliva filling my mouth. Now was so not the time to go to the bat side.

Love is so powerful that it always wins. Truth is so powerful that it always wins. All it takes is Time.

When I'm home, the heart and soul of our family is in the kitchen. Growing up, my parents both worked, so dinnertime was for family - the TV was off. I think it's important to grab that time and really make it special, even after a tough day.

When you choose a man who thinks eight seconds is a long time, perhaps you need two of them. Hmm?

You will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.

When two hearts are meant for each other no distance is so far, no time is so long and no other love can break them apart.

My everyday beauty routine is always rushed and pretty simple.

I'd once read somewhere that is takes about half as long to recover from a deep relationship as the relationship lasted.

Years from now I'll look back and remember today as the day I met him. I'll look back and remember the exact moment my life began to include him. I will remember it forever.

Maybe what River had meant was that time itself was like a river, moving steadily forward, and you got to be in a new river every day, every hour. All my life I'd felt like a lake. A lake where everyhting was contained, forever. All my experiences, all the different people I'd been, everything I'd had, everything I'd lost...I carried them around with me, all the time

The sun don't shine on the same dog's ass all the time.

I feel as if I am living in a time of mass hysteria where it is very hard to get people to ask the simplest, most common-sense questions like: "Say, how did you board a plane to Moscow or plan to go to Cuba without showing pre-ordered visas, which you must obtain as an American to enter these countries?

A vida passa enquanto estás a decidir o que hás de fazer

Cinching the drawstring of his pants, he tied a quick bowknot and extended a hand to her. For an instant Loretta was swept back in time to that first afternoon, when he had commanded she place her palm across his. She had been so terrified then, but no longer. His arm was her shield, just as he had promised.

Blue Eyes, you will say yes to me?" "Tonight? Now?" "Yes, tonight. Before this time between us passes.

Well, I guess this is it." "For this little bit time." She looked up. "Hunter, you mustn't--" He leaned toward her and crossed her lips with a finger. "You can read my trail, eh? You can walk in my footsteps and come to me. I will leave you signs.

As she lifted the skirt to examine it, Hunter stepped into the lodge, sending her scurrying for cover under the buffalo robe. Flashing her a mischievous smile, he said, "Maiden sent the clothes. Next time, you will not be wrapped in so much wannup , yes? It will take us much less time to do nothing.

Flashing her a mischievous smile, he said, "Maiden sent the clothes. Next time, you will not be wrapped in so much wannup , yes? It will take us much less time to do nothing." He turned and left the lodge before Loretta realized he had made a joke. It took even longer before she smiled. There was a promise behind the lightly spoken words. Next time, it would take them much less time to do nothing.

Sleep, mah-tao-yo. This last time, at my side.

Elixirs should be kept in clocks. Made of bergamot and fumes, this one spreads furtively across the dawn

Jean once told me she's not interested in writing about getting older but about getting dead.