Quotes About Time

Pois era extraordinário pensar que tinham sido capazes de continuar a viver todos esses anos enquanto ela não pensara neles senão uma vez durante todo aquele tempo.

What, indeed, if you look from a mountain-top down the long wastes of the ages? The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

Yet five minutes after she had passed the statue of Achilles she had the rapt look of one brushing through crowds on a summer's afternoon, when the trees are rustling, the wheels churning yellow, and the tumult of the present seems like an elegy for past youth and past summers, and there rose in her mind a curious sadness, as if time and eternity showed through skirts and waistcoats, and she saw people passing tragically to destruction.

odd, he thought, how the thought of childhood keeps coming back to me. The result of seeing Clarissa, perhaps; for women live much more in the past than we do, he thought.

The word 'time' split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable, words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time.

In short, every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works, yet we require critics to explain the one and biographers to expound the other. That time hangs heavy on people's hands is the only explanation of the monstrous growth.

It was not Orlando who spoke, but the spirit of the age. But whichever it was, nobody answered it.

Even if one could state the value of any one gift at the moment, those values will change; in a century's time very possibly they will have changed completely.

Nothing could be seen whole or read from start to finish. What was seen begun - like two friends starting to meet each other across the street - was never seen ended. After twenty minutes the body and mind were like scraps of torn paper tumbling from a sack and, indeed, the process of motoring fast out of London so much resembles the chopping small of identity which precedes unconsciousness and perhaps death itself...

Extraño; increíble; nunca había sido tan feliz. Nada parecía tener la suficiente lentitud; nada podía durar demasiado.

Time flaps on the mast--

Pois pode haver revelação mais terrível de que se saber no momento presente? O fato de sobrevivermos ao choque só é possível porque o passado nos protege de um lado e o futuro de outro.

El tiempo vuela, oh sí; el verano pronto estará aquí; y todavía soy capaz de pasmarme ante ello. El mundo volverá a dar media vuelta, y pondrá su verde y su azul muy cerca de mis ojos.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be, are full of trees and changing leaves

And, what was even more exciting, she felt, too, as she saw Mr Ramsay bearing down and retreating, and Mrs Ramsay sitting with James in the window and the cloud moving and the tree bending, how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach. Mr

I cannot make one moment merge in the next. To me, they are all violent, all separate; and if I fall under the shock of the leap of the moment you will be on me, tearing me to pieces.

How terrible old age was, she thought; shearing off all one's faculties, one by one, but leaving something alive in the centre.

The next few months passed away, as many years can pass away, without definite events, and yet, if suddenly disturbed, it would be seen that such months or years had a character unlike others.

And, what was even more exciting, she felt, too, as she saw Mr Ramsay bearing down and retreating, and Mrs Ramsay sitting with James in the window and the cloud moving and the tree bending, how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.

Is it permissible even for a dying hero to think before he dies ow men will think of him hereafter. His fame lasts perhaps two thousand years. And what are two thousand years?

Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely; all this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?

What is the meaning of life? That was all—a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years.

one must pay back from this secret deposit of exquisite moments, she thought

She looked at Peter Walsh; her look, passing through all that time and that emotion, reached him doubtfully; settled on him tearfully; and rose and fluttered away, as a bird touches a branch and rises and flutters away.