Quotes About Time

Time is on our side. Not only will we erode America from the outside, but with the help of your own countrymen we will eventually cause it to crumble from within.

She's in remarkably good shape for sitting underwater for almost fifty years

Jedno od vas ?e jednog dana umrijeti, a osim u slu?aju avionske nesre?e ili ne?eg sli?nog, jedno ?e umrijeti prije drugog. Takav je život, Smoky. Živimo, a zatim umiremo, a jedino u što nismo sigurni je koliko ?e vremena izme?u toga pro?i.

Is that the moral of it all, he thought? the moral of the whole story: that there is time enough for everything? Is that how morals come, unbidden, in the course of events, when you least expect them?

Or a ghost is a knot in the otherwise smooth flow of time, an electrical storm in a jewelry box, grief perfectly aligned. And sometimes a ghost is a shared thing; sometimes the entire population of a city or country will just happen to look in the mirror at the same time, and from then on there was a city in the sky, as all cities are if we consider that the sky reaches to the ground, and this city, too, thought it was alive, and the candles walked off by themselves.

What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner.

Life is too short to spend an hour and a half on a mystery that will ultimately be solved by a cat.

Look at the memory on the turtle!

Time like an ever rolling stream bears all its sons away They fly forgotten as a dream dies at the opening day.

The days passed on, the weeks passed on, and the track of the golden autumn wound its bright way visibly through the green summer of the trees.

Pain could be killed. Sadness could not, but the drugs did shut its mouth for a time.

Live every minute as if you are late for the last train.

Their lives had been an interminable loop of repeated gestures; now their existences were winnowed to this discrete and eternal moment.

It was the day after Sam's house collapsed, though she couldn't be sure. Best to measure time now with one of the Randall plantation's cotton scales, her hunger and fear piling on one side while her hopes were removed from the other in increments. The only way to know how long you are lost in the darkness is to be saved from it.

At ninety, everything is air and the difference between you and the medium of your passage is disintegrating with every increment of the ascension.

in the slow motion that is the speed of humiliation.

He was a mote cycling in the wheels of a giant clock. Millions of people tended to this magnificent contraption, they lived and sweated and toiled in it, serving the mechanism of metropolis and making it bigger, better, story by glorious story and idea by unlikely idea. How small he was, tumbling between the teeth.

Suck it, Entropy. We have an appointment, my old friend, but not today.

Most of those who know the story of the rings in the trees are dead by now. The iron is still there. Rusty. Deep in the heartwood. Testifying to anyone who cares to listen.

Even if the adults were free of the shackles that had held them fast, bondage had stolen too much time. Only the children could take full advantage of their dreaming. If white men let them.

La única forma de saber cuánto tiempo te has perdido en la oscuridad es que te saquen de ella.

The paint hung in thin rinds from the ceiling, and the sooty windows turned every hour overcast.

I was nostalgic for everything big and small. Nostalgic for what never happened and nostalgic about what will be, looking forward to looking back on a time when things got easier.

life is an argument with the world over time.