Quotes About Time

You always had that power, that desire, to have answers that would fulfill you as a person. You always asked without knowing you were asking. Would it not be amazing if we could go back in time and return to those innocent and simple days when getting the answer to just one or two questions would make your day, and nothing else in the world mattered?

La eternidad! —exclamó Bipa con desdén—. ¿De qué te sirve la eternidad si para ello has de renunciar a la vida? Bipa

No quiero hacerte daño. -Ya es tarde para eso. -Te quiero, Victoria. -También es tarde para eso. Christian y Victoria

Nada ni nadie, humano, monstruo o Guardián, habría podido arrebatarles aquel momento que ya solo les pertenecía a ellos.

Su dedo índice recorrió los lomos de los libros, desgastados por el uso y por el tiempo. Eligió uno de sus favoritos y se lo llevó hasta la mecedora. Una vez allí se puso los anteojos y bien acomodada frente al fuego, con una taza de chocolate caliente y el libro abierto sobre su regazo, lo abrió por una página al azar y se dispuso a dejarse llevar por la magia de las palabras.

Comprendéis ahora por qué no me gustan las despedidas? Porque siempre son mucho más cortas de lo que uno desearía. Humillantemente cortas algunas veces.

La vida es como trabajar en el huerto: es necesario esperar el tiempo justo para recoger el fruto apropiado.

Ya sabes... «una vida humana no es más que el parpadeo de un dios». Recuerdo, de pronto, mi conversación con Astaroth: «Porque el tiempo que ha pasado contigo es solo un parpadeo comparado con su larga, larguísima vida». Y me duele.

Ya se lo he dicho, por supuesto; pero quería agradecértelo de algún modo y, por otro lado, me parece que, si no tiene algo que limpiar, no sabe qué hacer con su tiempo. La han educado así.

es algo tan importante, tan antiguo e irrevocable como la sucesión de los días y las noches.

First, love one another very deeply, and don't be ashamed to express your love openly and often. Also, enjoy one another, and guard zealously your time together so as to enjoy it to the fullest extent.

Trying to read slowly when you haven't had time to read is like holding back hunger. It's like having a meal in front of you and knowing you should be polite and use a fork, when all you really want to do is lean over and shovel it in with both hands.

His old riot of black hair was now a translucent scrim of white, but his blue eyes still threw sparks.

She thought to herself, "This is now." She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.

Each season promises beauty enough so as not to regret the former's passing.

She kept the solstices and the equinoxes, both vernal and autumnal, the first of May, All Saints, all summers, kept them, but not out of reverence for the past.

your life can change in an instant. that instant can last forever.

And I still walk the sidewalk mumbling something about how it will all be fine Fine is its own crazy village on the Rhine Fine is the name of the cuckoo-clock maker Fine is the word the cuckoo cries every hour after hour on the hour— scrambling out of its dark little hole like something being chased with a knife by Time

and the stones, bewitched, can see: The lost hours and into the past.

Hidden in the works of a mysterious clock are her many deaths, and yet the whole world is piled up before her on a banquet table again today. The timer, broken.

I was there, where the pale words, like light on a wave. Where the forgotten music was still played. The lovers, gone. Their beds unmade.

Believable, chronological, but so quickly erased that it only serves to prove that the universe is made of curving, warping space.

We would never be together in this life again.

My eyes closed, hands open, Take it, take it . Then, every day wasted chasing it.