Quotes About Time

That was a great time, the summer of '71 - I can't remember it, but I'll never forget it!

Since I was about twenty-five, nothing changed, except I got smarter and wiser and things have an effect on you. But I never thought I was any older, really. It was just a very long twenty-five!

Wishing, like sipping a glass of punch, or pulling aside a bearskin rug in order to access a hidden trapdoor in the floor, is merely a quiet way to spend one's time before the candles are extinguished on one's birthday cake.

One cannot spend forever sitting and solving the mysteries of one's history.

Most schools have a loud system of loud bells, which startle the students and teachers at regular intervals and remind them that time is passing even more slowly than it seems.

The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.

I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.

There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like a life, particularly a good one, which is well to worth staying up all night to finish.

Waiting is one of life's hardships.

I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept, probably because I have been reading almost the entire time.

Wishing, like sipping a glass of punch, or pulling aside a bearskin rug in order to access a hidden trapdoor in the floor, is merely a quiet way to spend one's time before the candles are extinguished on one's birthday cake.

Life never end when you are in it.

There's an easy method for finding someone when you hear them scream. First get a clean sheet of paper and a sharp pencil. Then sketch out nine rows of fourteen squares each. Then throw the piece of paper away and find whoever is screaming so you can help them. It is no time to fiddle with paper.

But the three siblings were not born yesterday. Violet was born more than fifteen years before this particular Wednesday, and Klaus was born approximately two years after that, and even Sunny who had just passed out of babyhood, was not born yesterday. Neither were you, unless of course I am wrong, in which case, welcome to the world, little baby, and congratulations on learning to read so early in life.

You can invent things like automatic popcorn poppers. You can invent things like steam-powered window washers. But you can't invent more time.

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before than, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar marks the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area.

Death is something you cannot escape, such as death, or a cheesecake that has curdled, both of which always turn up sooner later.

That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day, ...

Wicked people never have time for reading," Dewey said. "It's one of the reasons for their wickedness.

Perhaps I should just bury myself and become a diamond after thousands of years of intense pressure

Morning is one of the best times for thinking. When one has just woken up, but hasn't yet gotten out of bed, it is a perfect time to look up at the ceiling, consider one's life, and wonder what the future will hold.

It doesn't matter if you never see someone again, I told myself. There are millions of people in the world, and most of them never see each other in the first place. You hoped to know Ellington Feint forever, but there's no such thing as forever, really. Everything is much shorter than that.

Some people think destiny is something you cannot escape, such as death or a curdled cheesecake, both of which always turn up sooner or later.

But sometimes it takes only a photograph and a sentence to make an author cry himself to sleep even years after the photograph was taken.