Quotes About Time

I wouldn't mind the early autumn if you came home today I'd tell you how much I miss you and know I'd be okay. It's funny how we never know exactly how our life will go It's funny how a dream can fade with the break of day. Time can't erase the memory and time can't bring you home Last Summer was a part of me and now a part is gone. —Margaret

I lifted my head to look up into the changing leaves, thinking how at some point, we were all headed home. At some point, all of this, everything and everyone, became memory.

I think only once in your life do you find someone that you say, Hey, this is the person I want to spend the rest of my time on this earth with. And if you miss it, or walk away from it, or even maybe, blink - it's gone.

Somewhere in my brain each laugh, tear and lullaby becomes memory .

Some evenings I don't know where the old pains end and the new ones begin. Feels like the older you get the more they run into one long, deep aching.

The only thing rare is time.

The lie is the future, one may venture to say [...]. To tell the truth is, on the contrary, to say what is or what will have been and it would instead prefer the past.

le plus ancien encore à venir ~ elle ne parle pas l'innommée or tu l'entends mieux que moi avant moi en ce moment même

Limiting the potencies of repetition to presence

What seems to be one of the disasters of our time is that we all appear to agree that the nation-state is the norm... Whether the state be Marxist or capitalist, it makes no difference. The dominant ideology is that of sovereignty.

L'Histoire ne connaît pas de miracle.

But then we remembered. What did time matter when one was on an endless voyage?... And so we resigned ourselves and cultivated the virtue of patience. Only then did I notice that my back had begun hurting again.

Pasan lentos los días y muchas veces estuvimos solos. Pero luego hay momentos felices para dejarse ser en amistad.

Mi amor, íntegra imagen de mi vida, sol de las noches mismas que le robo. Su juventud, la mía, —música de mi fondo— sonríe aún en la imprecisa gracia de cada cuerpo joven, en cada encuentro anónimo, iluminándolo. Dándole un alma. Y no hay muslos hermosos que no me hagan pensar en sus hermosos muslos cuando nos conocimos, antes de ir a la cama.

Que la vida iba en serio uno lo empieza a comprender más tarde

Que aunque el gusto nunca más vuelve a ser el mismo, en la vida los olvidos no suelen durar.

O quizá no venimos tampoco para eso. La cuestión se reduce a estar vivo un instante, aunque sea un instante no más, a estar vivo

At times, working in big cities far from nature, I have been sick with nesomania, and I think the reason is this: On the islands one has both the time and the inclination to communicate with the stars and the trees and the waves drifting ashore, one lives more intensely.

Always remember, John, that you and I live on a minor planet attached to a minor star, at the far edge of a minor galaxy. We live here briefly, and when we're gone, we're forgotten. And one day the galaxies will be gone, too. The only morality that makes sense is to do something useful with the brief time we're allotted.

Don't put off what you can do today because if you enjoy it today you can do it again tomorrow.

The Rockies are therefore very young and should never be thought of as ancient. They are still in the process of building and eroding, and no one today can calculate what they will look like ten million years from now. They have the extravagant beauty of youth, the allure of adolescence, and they are mountains to be loved.

If a journey is long enough, everyone must die along the way," the old woman replied.

the only thing in nature that moved was the sun, terrible and metallic as it inched its way across that indifferent sky.

I've invested years of my life in building a haven here, and here I will remain among my friends as each day we grow older and each month some of us falter, and each year some of us die. That was the great adventure I entered into years ago and with which I am now content.