Quotes About Time

La ce te uiti, mosule? Batranul a ridicat capul si a zambit cu tristete: - La viata mea, care curge la vale, fiule, a raspuns; la viata mea, care curge si se duce...

He did not die. The only ones who die are those who are too late to become immortal. He was not too late. God granted him time.

I feel that I'm losing the most beautiful years of my life.

I am always disgusted by the world. The more that time passes the more I become increasingly broody and tight-lipped. I have so many things in mind and so much that I plan to do that an entire human lifetime is barely enough for me to finish everything I'm thinking, and to set it down in writing. That's why I have an absolute need for countryside, quiet, solitude.

An eternity is any moment opened with patience.

Now is not the time to look at the past. Lets look forward to the future. Diplomats know very well that these are standard slogans for those who are engaged in serious crimes.

Students who acquire large debts putting themselves through school are unlikely to think about changing society. When you trap people in a system of debt, they can't afford the time to think.

Amnesia constrains ambition and inoculates against patience. Still

I look as young as a person can look given how old I am.

Anything you think is wrong with your body at the age of thirty-five you will be nostalgic for at the age of forty-five.

On some level, my life has been wasted on me. After all, if I can't remember it, who can? The past is slipping away and the present is a constant affront. I can't possibly keep up.

I have been forgetting things for years—at least since I was in my thirties. I know this because I wrote something about it at the time. I have proof. Of course, I can't remember exactly where I wrote about it, or when, but I could probably hunt it up if I had to.

The truth is, most of the genuinely tragic episodes of lost food are things that are somewhat outside the reach of the home cook, even a home cook like me who has been known to overreach from time to time.

On some level, my life has been wasted on me. After all, if I can't remember it, who can?

When you want them to die, they never do.

I have not yet reached the nadir of old age, the Land of Anecdote, but I'm approaching it.

I almost felt sorry for myself. But it was time for lunch.

I'm old. I am sixty-nine years old. I'm not really old, of course. Really old is eighty. But if you are young, you would definitely think that I'm old.

conciencia para que encaje en el molde de estos años».

Here are some questions I am constantly noodling over: Do you splurge or do you hoard? Do you live every day as if it's your last, or do you save your money on the chance you'll live twenty more years? Is life too short, or is it going to be too long? Do you work as hard as you can, or do you slow down to smell the roses? And where do carbohydrates fit into all this?

My own feeling is that a taste for plain potatoes coincides with cultural antecedents I do not possess, and that in any case, the time for plain potatoes--if there is ever a time for plain potatoes--is never at the beginning of something. It is also, I should add, never at the end of something. Perhaps you can get away with plain potatoes in the middle, although I have never been able to.

There's nothing worse than having people to a dinner that they all just polish off and before you know it, they're done eating and dinner is over and it's only ten o'clock and everyone leaves and it's just you and the dishes.

Las personas que fueron tienen un inmenso poder sobre ti —tardarás cuarenta años en comprarte un abrigo rojo (y te lo pondrás solo una vez)—, mientras que las personas en las que se han convertido no tienen el más mínimo poder sobre ti.

Make your days count. Don't invest all your efforts in the future. You miss too much of the now.