Quotes About Time

He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one and the same for it had but one reality and that was the living of it.

The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one.

I feel old, Squire. Every conversation is about the past.

Ever is a long time.

When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too.

His whole life was sitting there in front of him. Day after day from dawn till dark until he was dead. All of it cooked down into forty pounds of paper in a satchel.

Night fell upon them dark and starblown and the wagon grew swollen near mute with dew. On their chairs in such black immobility these travelers could have been stone figures quarried from the architecture of an older time.

I've lot a lot of friends over these last few years. Not all of em older than me neither. One of the things you realize about gettin older is that no everbody is goin to get older with you.

Curious the small and lesser fates that join to lead a man to this. The thousand brawls and stoven jaws, the clubbings and the broken bottles and the little knives that come from nowhere. For him perhaps it all was done in silence, or how would it sound, the shot that fired the bullet that lay already in his brain? These small enigmas of time and space and death.

I think our time is up. I know. Hold my hand. Hold your hand? Yes. I want you to. All right. Why? Because that's what people do when they're waiting for the end of something.

Out on the roads the pilgrims sank down and fell over and died and the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond.

We would hardly wish to know ourselves again as once we were and yet we mourn the days.

I agreed with him that there wasnt a whole lot good you could say about old age and he said he knew one thing and I said what is that. And he said it dont last long. I waited for him to smile but he didnt.

Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not

When all trace of our existence is gone, for whom then will this be a tragedy?

One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everbody is goin to get older with you.

We've been a long time without a nuclear war. Yes. Well, it's probably like any bankruptcy. The longer you're able to put it off the worse it's going to be. The next great war wont arrive until everyone who remembers the last one is dead.

Wrinkle not thy sable brow at me, my friend. All will be known to you at last. To you as to every man.

the child would ask him questions about the world that for him was not even a memory. He thought hard how to answer. There is no past.

The breath of God was his yet, though it pass from man to man through all of time.

Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

He said that like every man who comes to the end of something there was nothing to be done but to begin again. No puedo recordar el mundo de luz, he said. Hace muchos años. Ese mundo es un mundo fragil. Ultimamente lo que vine a ver era mas durable. Mas verdadero.

He rode out in the dark long before daylight and he rode the sun up and he rode it down again. In the oncoming years a terrible drought struck west Texas. He moved on. There was no work in that country anywhere. Pasture gates stood open and sand drifted in the roads and after a few years it was rare to see stock of any kind and he rode on. Days of the world. Years of the world. Till he was old.

We dont move through the days, Squire. They move through us.