Quotes About Time

Come on then," Deeba said. "We haven't got time to waste. You're not the ones who are going to get forgot in a few days' time if you don't phone home.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with the loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.

William Gibson told only half the story: like the future, the past is also here in the present, and just as unevenly distributed.

ANY MOMENT CALLED NOW IS ALWAYS FULL OF POSSIBLES. AT

Time was doing what time always does, going faster & faster as if downhill.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say good-bye.

The first couple of times she had come here, she had been sure that he changed overnight, that the shards of physiognomy that made up his whole reorganized when no one was looking. She became frightened of her commission. She wondered hysterically if it was like a task in a moral children's tale, if she was to be punished for some nebulous sin by striving to freeze in time a body in flux, forever too afraid to say anything, starting each day from the beginning all over again.

Being a child is like nothing. It's only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.

On the hill we used a different, vaguer calendar than the one I've since learned. The seasons ours described—summer, dimming, and winter—were suited to a different place: the mountain had two seasons at most.

I CHECKED MY WATCH and glanced at the sky, which seemed resistant to morning.

Oh, time," Dane said. "Time time time. Time's always a bit more fiddly than you reckon.

When I think of my age I think in years, still, even after all this time and travel. It's bad form, and ship-life should have cured me of it. "Years?" one of my first officers shouted at me. "I don't give two shits about whatever your pisspot home's sidereal shenanigans are, I want to know how old you are.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.

Do not anxiously expect what is not yet come; do not vainly regret what is already past.

Enjoy yourself. It's later than you think.

The appearance of a disease is swift as an arrow; its disappearance slow, like a thread.

One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life.

An inch of time cannot be bought with an inch of gold.

He who hurries can not walk with dignity.

Distance tests a horse's strength. Time reveals a person's character.

An inch of time is an inch of gold, but you can't buy that inch of time with an inch of gold.

It is a pity the spirit does not grow old too.

For what purpose had all this been? In order that he could fade away in old age, like the glimmer of flame under the grey ashes?

All that had taken place in many years of life at Boranly-Burannyi junction, all this great strain over a long time, all the troubles, difficulties and joys he had lived through - all this had to be expressed in a few words of farewell in the few minutes of laying to rest. How much, yet how little, is given to a man!