Quotes About Time

You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.

I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.

what was the point in creating something that was so futile and so precious? everything beautiful was like that. a little bit of the true world. beauty said there was something more than just one fucking thing after another. time could rest for a moment, stop and that senseless motion. people thot beauty was bullshit, just a bandaide slapped over the abyss, but they couldnt be more wrong. beauty mattered, it was the only thing that fed you when everything turned to shit.

You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately, as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself? I've given more thought to this question than you could begin to imagine.

Beauty said there was something more than just one fucking thing after another. Time could rest for a moment, stop all that senseless motion.

How had she ever been so ignorant? How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it

His trips home were handholds for her, so she could swing from one square on the calendar to the next. When he said he was going to come home and didn't, she swung forward and grasped thin air, fell.

We parked in back and walked down the stairs with their polished brass railings, past the old-fashioned kitchen. We could see the chefs cooking. It smelled like stew, or meat loaf, the way time should smell, solid and nourishing.

They say time heals all wounds but they're lying

Death now or death later, that was the real question.

Mainly, it was the sense of order, vision retained over time, that brought me to my knees.

My mother was not herself in the time of the Santa Anas. I was twelve years old and I was afraid for her.

Time has taken on an utterly different quality for me. What difference does a year make? In a perverse way, I pity the women who are still a part of time, trapped by it, how many months, how many days. I have been cut free

I would always know what time it was in California.

Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately?

Per atrankas jai kartodavo, kad tai pernelyg klasikinis stilius. Tai nereišk?, kad per senas. Tai reišk? - per gražus laikams, kai visa, kas trunka ilgiau kaip šešis m?nesius, beviltiškai pasensta.

Time has taken on an utterly different quality for me. What difference does a year make? In a perverse way, I pity the women who are still a part of time, trapped by it, how many months, how many days. I have been cut free, I move among centuries.

Four was difficult and misunderstood, a genius before its time, it belonged to the planet of unexpected disaster.

There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water.

Most of what happens to us goes unremembered. The events of our life are like photographic negatives. The few that make it into the developing solution and become photographs are what we call our memories.

live life to the foolish coz life is to short to be wasted

The cake had been done by a lady friend of Mary's. It was simpler than it would have been had she been given more time; but I was finding more and more beauty in simplicity.

Memories are so fragile, you know. Sometimes I feel they are best left undisturbed.

All fiction is about people, unless it's about rabbits pretending to be people. It's all essentially characters in action, which means characters moving through time and changes taking place, and that's what we call 'the plot'.