Quotes About Time

When men ruled over men, time was wasted and misspent.

We have found over and over again that a child at home with mother can learn as much in an hour as the average child learns in a day at school; as much in a day as the average child learns in a week at school.

Life goes on and on after one's luck has run out. Youthfulness persists, alas, long after one has ceased to be young.

Also it is good to tell my trouble. It relieves my thinking about it, it passes the time, the deadly time.

Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today.

Attending births is like growing roses. You have to marvel at the ones that just open up and bloom at the first kiss of the sun but you wouldn't dream of pulling open the petals of the tightly closed buds and forcing them to blossom to your time line.

Time is a funny thing. I was always puzzled with the way a single day could stretch itself out to the point of eternity in your mind, all while years melted down into the fraction of a second.

Life's too short to spend time trying to explain the obvious to an idiot.

Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystallize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand days.

There are no absolute truths, and the best historians know that. You strive to capture a moment of time, and if your work is done properly, history becomes a written photograph.

About the only thing that comes to us without effort is old age.

Dying seems less sad than having lived too little.

The word 'still' has entered my life. People say to me, 'You're still traveling, you're still wearing blue jeans.

When the past dies, we mourn for the dead. When the future dies, we mourn for ourselves.

Evolution intended us to be travelers….Settlement for any length of time, in cave or castle, has at best been…a drop in the ocean of evolutionary time." —Bruce Chatwin, ANATOMY OF RESTLESSNESS

I sometimes wonder if I am crisscrossing my father's ghostly paths and we are entering same towns or roadside diners or the black ribbons of highways that gleam in the night rain. As if we were images in a time-lapse photograph.

If you travel long enough, every story becomes a novel

I thought, When the past dies, we mourn for the dead. When the future dies, we mourn for ourselves.

In Indian Country," he says, "we have a different sense of time. I'm learning and you're learning—and more will.

For the future we should understand that this process of democratizing a state legislative system takes time. Changing a few faces is not enough, just as earning majority support of a legislator's constituents doesn't help if he has been put there by special interests. You have to be around long enough to out-organize the special interests, and change the legislature's leadership.

the word still entered my life - as in "Oh, you're still travelling" ...

Evolution intended us to be travelers….Settlement for any length of time, in cave or castle, has at best been…a drop in the ocean of evolutionary time.

Whatever the superior group has will be used as proof of its superiority. Thus, if men could menstruate, it would become a great thing. Without this inbuilt measure of time and the movements of the universe, how could any woman become a mathematician? An astronomer?

Years pass. My friend and I are carried into different lives. He lives on the West Coast, has children, grandchildren, and a life I cannot know. We are only sure that we wish each other well.