Quotes About Time

Sometimes lessons take time to learn.

It takes more than Love and Passion to make a relationship work

I'm turning 30 years old this year ... it's better than 20, I'll tell you that. The lessons I've learned.

It's important to take time for your spouse and nurture the relationship.

Time constricts and flattens, you know. It's not evenly weighted. Certain moments linger in the mind and others disappear. The first twenty-three years of my life are the ones that shaped me, and the fact that I've lived almost seven decades since then is irrelevant.

How did I go from being the maiden in a fairy tale to a wretched old maids so quickly? It happened almost without my realizing it...

Time constricts and flattens, you know. It's not evenly weighted. Certain moments linger in the mind and others disappear. The first twenty-three years of my life are the ones that shaped me, and the fact that I've lived almost seven decades since then is irrelevant. Those years have nothing to do with the questions you ask.

Some memories are realities and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again." Maybe so, I think. Maybe my memories of sweeter times are vivid enough, and present enough, to overcome the disappointments that followed. And to sustain me through the rest.

The time wasted, the energy squandered on meaningless possessions, the compromises...

It's a peculiar kind of dissatisfaction, a bittersweet nostalgia for a moment not yet past.

I am ninety-one years old, and almost everyone who was once in my life is now a ghost. Sometimes these

This life of ours can feel an awful lot like waiting

Time constricts and flattens, you know. It's not evenly weighted. Certain moments linger in the mind and others disappear.

It's a bitter nostalgia from a moment not yet passed.

it?" "Friday, April fourth, ma'am." She coughs. Then she doubles over and coughs

The things that matter stay with you, seep into your skin

Las cosas que importan se quedan contigo, se filtran en tu piel.

The brilliant blue of the morning sky has faded, as if left out too long in the sun.

Wordsworth and Keats and Shelley. Our teacher made us memorize the words to "Ode on a Grecian Urn," and alone in the kitchen now I close my eyes and whisper Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time . . . but that's all I can remember.

It has always been believed that the woman has a power of perception beyond what is literally seen and heard. Whether it is called sixth sense or woman's intuition, it is a highly developed, extra sensitive ability to see what is behind and forward in time. The culture of the Goddess appears to have developed this natural ability and made it into a source of power and prestige for thousands of years.

The past is gone. It is now always today.

Life is too short to dance with ugly men

Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo's calling, Or when grapes are green in the cluster, Or, at least, when the lithe swallows muster For their far off flying From the summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You should have died at the apples' dropping, When the grasshopper comes to trouble, And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

Oh roses for the flush of youth,And laurel for the perfect prime;But pluck an ivy branch for meGrown old before my time.