Quotes About Time

Life inevitably translates into time. That is why the sum total of it is called 'a lifetime'. Freedom is the potential to spend one's time in any fashion one determines.

When you keep someone waiting you give him time to count up your faults.

These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves. From each of them goes out its own voice... and just as the touch of a button on our set will fill the room with music, so by taking down one of these volumes and opening it, one can call into range the voice of a man far distant in time and space, and hear him speaking to us, mind to mind, heart to heart.

These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on shelves...far distant in time...speaking to us, mind to mind, heart to heart.

Experience which was once claimed by the aged is now claimed exclusively by the young.

We all have a little weakness, which is very natural but rather misleading, for supposing that this epoch must be the end of the world because it will be the end of us. How future generations will get on without us is indeed, when we come to think of it, quite a puzzle. But I suppose they will get on somehow, and may possibly venture to revise our judgments as we have revised earlier judgments

Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery He has not been broken in two by time he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul, but his life.

Vous avez vécu dans le souvenir du bonheur, Karim. Rien n'empêche le bonheur comme le souvenir du bonheur

What we put into every moment is all we have.

I have a sensation of losing track of time. In front of me, the mountain floats up with the swell. Drifts away amid tendrils of mist. And then comes back into sight.

It is terrible the way you think time is going to change you. The way you think of some future time when things will be all right. And all that happens is that you drop back into the previous stream of time and it closes over your head.

Is that the ultimate paradox of life, she wondered, that the universe should become less clear with age?

Asleep? All the morning?

We cried for what we'd lost: people and time, as well as for what we'd gained: knowledge and truth.

Ever notice there are no clocks in stores? It's like casinos; they don't want you to know how much time you've spent dropping your quarters.

Ever look at a sink full of dishes and think, "Why don't I just bury these in the backyard?

Time doesn't offer a refund.

Time doesn't offer a refund. We don't get to try on the future the way we try on a bathing suit and then decide we don't like it once we see what it looks like in natural light.

Every year has an expiration date, as does every lifetime. Even the finest wine can't age forever.

Comics know that time plus pain equals humor and that we can redeem even awful moments from the past by translating them into a shared experience.

One year from now, a decade, a century, half a millennium, will things be different? Dare we dream it? When we are seen for ourselves, not just as the conduit of progeny, heirs, lineage, not just as beautiful objects to be protected, inspected, appreciated, but for who we are at the core . . .

How do we measure a life's worth? In laughter? In orgasms? In money? In how often we have been photographed? In children borne or raised? In the number of continents on which we have made love? In number of books published? In latest versions of iPads and iPhones? In jazz albums filling a giant trunk in the basement? In years? We are all specks of dust against the specter of Time. Is ninety years so different from forty in the scheme of things? We are all the walking dead of history.

There is never only one Truth. There is only one truth at a time.

How many walks down the stairs will I regret not having made?