Quotes About Time

We all count the hours. We all look for completion, even if we fear it. We long to be consumed. I long to be consumed.

Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself. So August gave way to September and there were few complaints.

In my mind the river flows both ways. Forward, to the explanation of things; to a destination which will justify the agonies of travel. And back, back to a time when the river was real, and those who wandered along its banks had little interest in visions.

This was the substance of every moment, she realized: the body - never certain if the next lungful would be its last - hovering for a tiny time between cessation and continuance. And in that space out of time, between a breath expelled and another drawn, the miraculous was easy, because neither flesh nor reason has laid their edicts there.

This will not come again. Nor this. Nor this....

But when I look out at it I think, well, it's going to take us all one of these days, whoever we are: mad bastards, lovers, drunkards, it's not going to pick and choose. We'll all go to nothing sooner or later. And you know, maybe it's my age, but that doesn't worry me any longer. We all have our time, and when it's over, it's over.

Nothing is fixed. In and out the shuttle goes fact and fiction, mind and matter, woven into patterns that may have only this in common: that hidden amongst them is a filigree which will with time become a world.

With Floyd we had three hundred and ninety-eight years between us. All that bitter experience, he said, and not one of us wise.

Everything tires with time , and starts to seek some opposition , to save it from itself.

Some die too soon. Most live too long.

What time didn't steal from under your nose, circumstance did. It was useless to hope otherwise. Useless to dream that the world somehow meant you good.

As much as you feel as though you need to find some relevant bit of information for your story to work, research distracts from your writing and inevitably leads you down a rabbit hole of websites and articles and, more than likely, the temptation of checking your email or your Facebook profile or the baseball scores on ESPN.

with time, it would all come to fit in some grand design, or so his untethered thoughts persuaded him.

Con el tiempo todas las cosas se cansan y comienzan a buscar algún oponente que las salve de sí mismas.

Like a prisoner without hope of parole she took what entertainment she could find to ease the passage of time.

Time would be precious from now on. It would tick by, of course, as it always had, but Harvey was determined he wouldn't waste it with sighs and complaints. He'd fill every moment with the seasons he'd found in his heart: hopes like birds on a spring branch; happiness like a warm summer sun; magic like the rising mists of autumn. And best of all, love; love enough for a thousand Christmases.

Hate remembered though; hate remembered long after love had forgotten

Certaines étoiles mettent plus de temps que d'autre à apparaître. Le paradoxe est le suivant : plus il fait nuit, plus ces secrets deviennent visibles. Pour finir, ils se déploient dans toute leur splendeur ; et ce sont ces choses même que nous dissimulons, ces choses dont nous avons le plus honte, dont nous nous servons pour nous guider.

To every hour, its mystery. At dawn, the riddles of life and light. At noon, the conundrums of solidity. At three, in the hum and heat of the day, a phantom moon, already high. At dusk, memory. And at midnight? Oh, then the enigma of time itself; of a day that will never come again passing into history while we sleep. It

But if it failed to show itself she would not grieve too deeply, for fear that the mending of broken hearts be a puzzle neither wit nor time had the skill to solve.

There was time for all their miracles now. For ghosts and transformations; for passion and ambiguity; for noonday visions and midnight glory. Time in abundance. For nothing ever begins. And this story, having no beginning, will have no end

Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself. So

serving time for murder whose name was Miguel Quentin is anybody's guess.

Is this a good time to raise the question of seat belts? asked Giordino with his feet raised and wedged against the dashboard of the L-29 Cord town car. Pitt shook his head. Not optional equipment in 1930.