Quotes About Time

One of the things we do as poets, is to try to preserve experiences, people, places important to us, in an effort to save them from time's erasure.

Still, it is like a long hopeless homesickness my missing those young days. To me, they're like my own place that I have gone away from forever, and I have lived all the time since among great pleasures but in a foreign town. Well, O.K. Farewell, certain years.

Whatever you do, life don't stop. It only sits a minute and dreams a dream.

Rosie, ah Rosie," dedi bana bir gün. "Gül yüzündeki saatten anlad???m kadar?yla, otuzuna gelmiÅŸ olmal?s?n." (s. 17)

Near home I ran through our park, where I had aired my children on weekends and late-summer afternoons. I stopped at the northeast playground, where I met a dozen young mothers intelligently handling their little ones. In order to prepare them, meaning no harm, I said, In fifteen years, you girls will be like me, wrong in everything

I got up and went into the library to see how much I owed them. The librarian said $32 even and you've owed it for eighteen years. I didn't deny anything. Because I don't understand how time passes. I have had those books. I have often thought of them. The library is only two blocks away.

Today will never come again. Grace Yoakum

Entrava dia e saía dia. As noites cobriam a terra de chofre. A tampa anilada baixava, escurecia, quebrada apenas pelas vermelhidões do poente.

Cinquenta anos perdidos. Cinquenta anos gastos sem objetivo, a maltratar-me e a maltratar os outros. Cinquenta anos, quantas horas inúteis… Estraguei a minha vida. Estraguei-a estupidamente.

When asked his opinion of the French Revolution, Chinese Premier Zhou En-Lai in the 1950s famously remarked, "It's too early to tell.

Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years.

Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel.

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

Time has its revenges, but revenge seems so often sour. Wouldn't we all do better not trying to understand, accepting the fact that no human being will ever understand another, not a wife with a husband, nor a parent a child? Perhaps that's why men have invented God – a being capable of understanding.

Perhaps we will not only improve our understanding and analysis but we might also learn better ways to be human, better ways to live in the world. If we do not hope for something like that it seems to me that we ought not to be taking up so much of other people's time with our questions and our stories (G. Harvey 2011b).

Twenty years is, after all, a long time. We are not the same people we were. Old friends, lovers, even family members: they are strangers who happen to wear a familiar face. We have no right to claim to know anyone after such a distance.

But it's like life, isn't it? We know death is coming. And yet we always see our loved ones as taken away from us, instead of given to us for whatever time they have.

Today's Tuesday. You were Monday.

Well, then,' said Charlie, his face half hidden in the shadows. 'How long do you think this baby has been dead?

History is a relentless master. It has no present, only the past rushing into the future." - Warmaster Horus

and Croz's startling tribute to Bobby Kennedy, "Long Time Gone.

Time is the only true currency we have. Even if Warren Buffett and Bill Gates combined their billions, they couldn't buy an extra second of time.

or refuting, with his guidance, a famous refutation of the existence of time, will be worth it.

He had turned the loss of his virginity into a campaign, when all it took was a few sous and five minutes of his time. (pg 21)