Quotes About Time

How does the never to be differ from what never was

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

What the Squire has never understood is that forgiveness has a time line. While it's never too late for revenge.

What are you going to do? I dont know. Wait. For what? I dont know. When will you know? When it gets here.

You got your classical clockworks to tote up. The timelets in your seanet. Let everything drain. You may have to hang the hydrocephalics from the rafters overhead but that's okay. Dont worry about the floor. Everything will dry. The thing we're really talking about is the situation of the soul. Saturation, said the Kid.

Dont become anxious. Try not to get worked up. A word to the wise. Bird in hand. Bird in hand? A stitch in time. We're not out of the woods. What the fuck. Where's it say that? Penny wise and pound foolish. Honesty is the best policy. Jesus. Enough

Sizce o devrin insanlar? daha m? gaddard?? diye sordu memur. Adam sel alt?ndaki kasabaya bak?yordu. Hay?r, dedi. DeÄŸildi. Rabbim ilkini yaratt??? günden beri ayn? insanoÄŸlu.

He said that while it was true that time heals bereavement it does so only at the cost of the slow extinction of those loved ones from the heart's memory which is the sole place of their abode then or now. Faces fade, voices dim. Seize them back, whispered the sepulturero. Speak with them. Call their names. Do this and do not let sorrow die for it is the sweetening of every gift.

All of history a rehearsal for its own extinction

He had not stopped cursing. Whatever voice spoke him was no demon but some old shed self that came yet from time to time in the name of sanity, a hand to gentle him back from the rim of his disastrous wrath.

for a thing once set in motion has no ending in this world until the last witness has passed

The cranes were moving south and he watched their thin echelons trail along those unseen corridors writ in their blood a hundred thousand years.

Life is a memory, then it is nothing. All law is writ in a seed.

But what is your life? Can you see it? It vanishes at its own appearance. Moment by moment. Until it vanishes to appear no more. When you look at the world is there a point in time when the seen becomes the remembered? How are they separate? It is that which we have no way o show. It is that which is missing from our map and from the picture that it makes. And yet is all we have.

The work of an instant. The work of a lifetime.

there is no order in the world save that which death has put there.

The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

It just sounds like superstition to me. And what is that? Superstition? Yes. Well. I guess it's when you believe in things that dont exist. Such as tomorrow? Or yesterday? Such as the dreams of somebody you dreamt. Yesterday was here and tomorrow's comin.

Borrower time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it

You ever think what it would be like to meet a person you've known for a long time for the first time in these later years? To meet them anew. You're thinking they would be a much different person to you if you didn't know their history.

I didnt know you were a bird watcher. I'm not. I'm a forever watcher.

Ci sono un sacco di cose che sembrano più belle, viste da lontano. Si? Almeno così la penso io. E hai ragione. La vita passata, per esempio. Già. E magari anche la vita non ancora vissuta.

Well. Nothin's forever. Some things are. Yeah. Some things are.

que somos las víctimas del tiempo. En realidad la vía del mundo no es fijada en ningún lugar. Cómo sería posible? Nosotros mismos somos nuestra propia jornada. Y por eso somos el tiempo también. Somos lo mismo. Fugitivo. Inescrutable. Desapiadado.