Quotes About Time

Or perhaps it is that time doesn't heal wounds at all, perhaps that is the biggest lie of them all, and instead what happens is that each wound penetrates the body deeper and deeper until one day you find that the sheer geography of your bones - the angle of your head, the jutting of your hips, the sharpness of your shoulders, as well as the luster of your eyes, the texture of your skin, the openness of your smile - has collapsed under the weight of your griefs.

Or perhaps it is that time doesn't heal all wounds at all, perhaps that is the biggest lie of them all, and instead what happens is that each wound penetrates the body deeper and deeper until one day you find that the sheer geography of your bones - the angle of your head, the jutting of your hips, the sharpness of your shoulders, as well as the luster of your eyes, the texture of your skin, the openness of your smile - has collapsed under the weight of your griefs.

Perhaps it is that, right now, she needs a man to help her navigate these murky waters that her thoughtless granddaughter has led them both into. Or perhaps it is that time doesn't heal wounds at all, perhaps that is the biggest lie of them all,

time doesn't heal wounds at all,

Don't worry. When the time is right, you'll meet your teacher. When you're ready, some kind of magnetic energy will bring you together with your teacher.

My work is not a piece of writing designed to meet the needs of an immediate public, but was done to last for ever.

The absence of romance in my history will, I fear, detract somewhat from its interest, but if it is judged worthy by those inquirers who desire an exact knowledge of the past as an aid to the understanding of the future, which in the course of human things must resemble if it does not reflect it, I shall be content. In fine I have written my work not as an essay with which to win the applause of the moment but as a possession for all time.

first half of the fifteenth century,

History teaches that grave threats to liberty often come in times of urgency, when constitutional rights seem too extravagant to endure.

Let heartbreak be alternative to coffe break, five midmorning minutes devoted to emotion.

every day is an anniversary; every minute, a commemoration so there is no reason to ever be sober

Beauty lasts five minutes. Maybe longer if you have a good plastic surgeon.

Before becoming a mom, I never knew how good I had it to just spend time at a spa for a few hours. Now, those days are far and between. So when I have an hour, it's all about the mani and pedi.

History doesn't repeat itself," said Shane. "But it rhymes." "Who said that? Nas?" "Mark Twain.

No matter how perilous the journey, it's never over for true soul mates. Who doesn't want a connection that burns forever, despite distance, time, and curses?

Part of my procrastination was down to leaving things to the last moment in case of a civilization-spinning idea popping up after I'd started work. Of course, this envisaged procrastination might be hard to spot in my monumental laziness, like a fish's tears in an ocean.

I don't know why they call it life, it's just a moment with memories.

The concept of time, as it's commonly understood by normal people with normal jobs and normal goddamn lives, doesn't exist on the road. The nights spread out like the dark, godforsaken highways that distinguish them, and the days run together like Thanksgiving dinner smothered in gravy. You never really know where you are or what time it is, and the outside world starts to fade away. It's cool.

For me, the release was a spot in time with no past and no future. Just the extraordinary simplicity of a moment— the kind of moment that has a funny way of making a person believe that life and love can last forever.

It's pretty simple, really, when you think about it: We all start out as little fishes in our daddy's pants, and we all end up a Thanksgiving feast for the worms, and in the meantime we have to find a couple good reasons to give a fuck.

You can't wait forever for something, and then say it's too late when the time finally comes, even if every shred of incentive inside you has been lost.

It's about goddamn time! I've been sending you telepathic messages for ten minutes!

That's exactly how he looked the last time I saw him—floating around, entangled in the moon.

It was as if all the melancholy I'd ever known, all the nights I sat alone thinking life sucked, had added up to our place in the world- finally a good place- and the spirit of that rightness was meant to echo on until the end of time.