Quotes About Time

You see her as you see anyone in this world: distorted, warped, reflected, refracted, contorted, mutilated by time.

All time is mean young man. It takes and does not give, it rushes when you wish it would linger and drags when you wish is would fly. It flows sullenly, only in one direction, when it might take a thousand turns. You cannot get anything back once time has taken it. Time cheats and steals and lies and kills. If anyone could arrest it, they would have time behind bars faster than you can check your watch.

There is no such thing as a good wife or a good husband. Only ones who bide their time.

The Sibyl Slant stared out of her slit eyes, the disc of her face showing no feeling at all. "Do you suppose you will look the same when you are an old woman as you do now? Most folk have three faces—the face they get when they're children, the face they own when they're grown, and the face they've earned when they're old.

We can't go back, not ever, not even for a minute. We are so lucky. Life is so good. We're going on and being alive and being shitty sometimes and lovely sometimes just the same as we always have, and only a Fuckwit couldn't see that.

You come and go, vanish and appear. You miss years that go by for us, and we miss years that go by for you. We never know when we will find you again, or if we will. You meet us out of order, and sometimes I'll be older and sometimes you will be because that's the kind of story we're in. It's all jumbled up on the outside, but it all makes sense in your head. It all flows the right way in your heart.

How long was it, between the time when you were happy, and the time when you wanted to kill him?

The ender dragon chortled. It sounded like thunder broken across the knee of the world. I am the infinite lightning night-lizard at the end of the universe. I am the master of time and death. The fire of creation is my youngest brother. In my stomach, galaxies churn in cosmic acid and are digested into meaninglessness. ED opened one vast violet eye. You can't fool me with a pumpkin, dummy.

What matters is entertainment. Eternity takes forever. The infinite expanse of time just does not know when to quit. The dead fear boredom the way mortals fear death.

Temperament, you'll find, is highly dependent on time of day, weather, frequency of naps, and whether one has had enough to eat. The

How we would like to argue with September, and tell her that in the waiting lies the pleasure! That we here in the world of sensible folk know how to wait without twisted-up bellies and tapping feet and wishing for the sun to hurry up and rise and set. That a clever person is never bored, and a bored person is never clever. But though I am sly, I am a trickster, I am even cruel—I cannot lie.

don't you dare judge me, it was four in the afternoon, and all cats know four in the afternoon is Twelfthnap, right after Teanap.

Time is communal, Marya Morevna, the most purely communal of all commodities. It belongs to us all equally.

there is only this world, as it is now, and there has never been another, can never be any other.

Life is like that. Death sweeps it away. That's what death is for. That's why they keep telling this story. It's the only story.

Eternity takes forever. The infinite expanse of time just does not know when to quit.

But a person's smell and their alarms and borrowed shirts and secret words linger for a long time. Much longer than a house.

Let it be over", she pleaded within herself. "Let it never have happened—any of it. Let me be young again, and the story just starting.

Eternity takes forever.

He ran like if he kept running he could escape the last thousand years.

You carry your death in every cell of you. Every tiny mote in your body is dying, faster than sleight of hand. You are always dying, every second. How could I take that out of you?

People are clocks who think they wind themselves.

Somewhere in between discovering various heretofore cripplingly socially anxious particles and transuranic elements and digging through plutonium to find the treat at the bottom of the nuclear box, he found the time to consider what would come to be known as the Fermi Paradox.

Patience is always the last ingredient in any spell, the last part in any machine, what ever your original blue prints say.