Quotes About Time

Only missed being a jumper, or dying in the collapse, by five minutes. That ash on me, later I thought about it. That was people. Probably people I knew.

Friends can never be too early

Do not confine your children to your own learning, for they were born in another time.

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its students." [ Letter, November 1856 ]

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.

There is no difference between growing old and living.

Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. —Ferris Bueller

For the moment's all there is, my darling.

Parent time is magic: downtempo and supersonic all at once, witch's time, sorcerer hours. Suddenly, while you aren't paying attention, everything's changed.

P]aper's just as permanent once you send it out into the world. It seems like it closes the story, settles on one ending eliminating infinite possibilities, fixes it in place, in voice, but no, it does the opposite. You write it down so others can read it, and then it can grow. You nail it to a moment so it can pass through time.

It's a good thing people's needs don't all arise at the same time; otherwise we wouldn't be able to meet them all.

Parent time is like fairy time but real. It is magic without pixie dust and spells. It defies physics without bending the laws of time and space.

Later, much later, she said the same, that it was love pre first sight, that she'd walked around that whole morning and afternoon somehow knowing that this would be the last first date of her life. Whereas this had made him nervous as hell, it had made her calm. Whereas he'd felt impatient with the small talk, she knew they had all the time in the world.

It's a good thing people's needs don't all arise at the same time; otherwise we wouldn't be able to meet them all. When you left Wisconsin, it was Poppy's turn. Roo's is coming.

Oft in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shown Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken. (from When the Splendor Falls by Laurie McBain)

Like Salvador Dali's paintings of watches melting in the sand, time wanders at its own curious pace whenever you're on vacation in a foreign country.

The second gift––patience––helps us deal with not knowing how long this is going to last.

Heading into any one-year anniversary, our emotional climate shifts. We enter a new season of the heart.

Rebuilding emotional safety while remaining physically present in an environment that once proved destructive and continues to be potentially dangerous is a complex process that takes time––and the second gift of patience.

Getting angry because you cannot will yourself to push through it at your old pace will sabotage the pace of healing. Patience gives you the grace to slow down and let your soul catch up in its own time and in its own way.

If there's a takeaway from working here, it's an understand that, as bioorganisms, we are a walking time bomb programed for cellular self-destruction. Not if, when.

Unraveling life lessons from just the past few years would take many more years. Lessons unlearned would pass with me, when I went through that door, to be completed in some future lifetime.

It's impossible to predict how the heart heals or how long it is going to take.

I could have spent my time hugging you or I could have spent my time telling you not to touch hot stoves or take candy from men. Which did you want?