Quotes About Time

Thought about how afraid everyone is of change, and how sure they feel that their adaptation to change cannot, will not, happen. Then something new comes along, and a couple of weeks later it feels as though life has been exactly that way since the beginning of recorded time.

You can always tell what someone loves, because they pay attention to it. No matter what you say you love, what you really love is what you put the most time into.

One, not to look up and see how far I still have to climb. Instead to look back and see how far I've climbed already. When I see what I just did, I know I can do what comes next. Given time. And, two, to give myself time.

Maybe everything deteriorates in time, and maybe that doesn't make it any less worth having while it lasts.

He says the part that's driving us crazy is trying to fix a future that isn't even here yet. He says when it gets here, then we can figure out how to get through it. But now it's just driving us crazy because it's all unknown. So we just have to stay in the moment we're in. You know. Take things on one moment at a time.

Well, at least you worry about nice things, like whether I'll have a good time.

I decided to leave my bags there at the hotel. It was a risky move, because I knew if I didn't get back to fetch them by noon, I could be on the hook for another day's two-dollar charge.

stepped outside my comfort level and experienced a morning of joy. In my humble and exhausted opinion, joy beats comfort every time.

I had all these hours that added up to all these days, and I look back and it seems my goal was mostly to make them go away. But that's not a proper life. That's not really living.

Why is it that years can go by, and it feels like nothing moves, and then the whole world changes three or four times in a couple of weeks? I could never figure that out.

Look, I get it," she added. "I'm not without empathy. He upset you, and the upset needs time to move through you. It usually takes me about three days to let a thing like that move all the way through my system and move on. But while you're waiting, try not to feed it.

That's the thing about mothers. If you're close, you don't want to lose that closeness, though I don't know from personal experience. If you're not, you harbor this little thread of hope that you will be someday, and you don't want to be told you've just run out of time.

It's amazing how much time it takes to gather money, and how little time it takes for life to intervene.

the divisions of time had gone on vacation, leaving just a crush of constant moments.

Why is it that years can go by, and it feels like nothing moves, and then the whole world changes three or four times in a couple of weeks?

I look back because I felt at home with May and Everett, as much as I ever have anywhere. I don't want that time to be gone. But it is gone, and even if I had not left, still it would be gone. Only for the time I was meant to be there could I feel so at peace.

Once you throw down that gauntlet of ultimatum, the "one more thing" will happen. Nat figured it probably wouldn't even matter much what it was. It would be the straw that broke her. And it had been defined. Prepared for. So it would happen. It was only a matter of time.

when you're missing someone, a longer time without them doesn't solve the problem. The longer you don't see someone, the more you miss them." He

She doesn't want to move forward into the next part of her life; she can't move backward in time even if she tries. And she doesn't much like where she is.

I had all these hours that added up to all these days, and I look back and it seems my goal was mostly to make them go away. But that's not a proper life. That's not really living. Why didn't I take up oil painting, or learn to play the flute or something?

In our fast-moving, noise-cluttered society, children are seldom given time to wonder and may be deprived of God's deep truths as we try to keep them entertained. Children need a place where they have time to wonder about the mystery of the gospel.

Oh, for Time's sake, this is too pathetic. You'd end the universe, because you've had a bad century?

Craig Varjabedian's photography captures, with arresting clarity, the ineffable whispers of time and spirit layered deep in New Mexico's cultural landscape. Through the artful combination of his compassionate eye and technical virtuosity, he evokes the past in the present and the holy in the everyday.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you