Quotes About Time

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

For time is the longest distance between two places.

Time rushes toward us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

Time is the longest distance between two places.

Time doesn't take away from friendship, nor does separation.

Don't you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn't just an hour - but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands - and who knows what to do with it?

We also know life passes quickly and death is certain, yet in our busy lives we find it difficult to practice as much as we wish we could. Perhaps we meditate for an hour or two each day, but that leaves the other twenty-two hours in which to be distracted and tossed about on the waves of samsara. But there is always time for sleep; the third of our lives we spend sleeping can be used for practice.

Rachel, it's been nearly two hours." "Oh." She looked surprised. "I'm sorry.

You asked me once if I would still love you when your lips were puckered with age and your eyes were faded. I can assure you that I will still love you when I have only the strength (and the scant teeth) left to gum those puckered lips. I shall love you when your bones are sharp enough to pierce my fragile flesh. I shall love you when the light in my own eyes fades for good and yours is the last sweet face I see. Because I am and ever shall be…

They say everybody gets 15 minutes. I hope I'm just inside the first minute and the next 14 go really slow.

It never seemed fair that just when you're old enough to do anything you want, you can't. You have to start working, so there's no time. And if there is time, you're not working, so there's no money.

An aging man cannot rewrite his youth but a youth may rewrite his own future.

Time is the only thief we can't get justice against.

Over time, the hurt doesn't hurt. Only regret does.

The time you think you're missing misses you too.

When will pleasure crash with regret?

Is everything as urgent as your stress would imply?

Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.

Time is an old firmly rooted tree; we are the breeze rustling its leaves.

Life is a rough biography. Memories smooth out the edges.

Life is life, and death is life, and everything in between.

If spring betrays the summer, would autumn never arrive?

If spring betrays summer, would autumn never arrive?

...like stealing the juice out of tomorrow's fruit.