Quotes About Time

My heart sings of your longing for me, and my thoughts climb down to marvel at your mercy. I do not fear as you gather up my days. Your name is the sweetness of time, and you carry me close into the night, speaking consolations, drawing down lights from the sky, saying, See how the night has no terrors for one who remembers the name.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's closing time.

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.

Garages, barns and attics are always older than the buildings to which they are attached.

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for I think it's time to board another Please understand, I never had a secret chart to get me to the heart of this or any other matter

At first first nothing will happen to us and later on it will happen to us again.

there's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep

I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face.

How sweet time feels when it's too late

I never think about The Past but sometimes The Past thinks about me and sits down ever so lightly on my face—

I'm old and the mirrors don't lie.

BLESSED ARE YOU WHO HAS given each man a shield of loneliness so that he cannot forget you. You are the truth of loneliness, and only your name addresses it. Strengthen my loneliness that I may be healed in your name, which is beyond all consolations that are uttered on this earth. Only in your name can I stand in the rush of time, only when this loneliness is yours can I lift my sins toward your mercy.

It looks like freedom but it feels like death, it's something in between I guess. It's closing time.

To a Young Nun This undemanding love that our staggered births have purchased for us — You in your generation, I in mine. I am not the one you are looking for. You are not the one I've stopped looking for. How sweetly time disposes of us as we go arm in arm over the Bridge of Details: Your turn to chop. My turn to cook. Your turn to die for love. My turn to resurrect.

and tremble before the furnace of light in which you are formed and to which you return, until the time when he suspends his light and withdraws into himself, and there is no world, and there is no soul anywhere.

The band is playing Auld Lang Syne But the heart will not retreat There's no forsaking what you love No existential leap As witnessed here in time and blood A thousand kisses deep

I sailed like a swan I sank like a rock But time is long gone Past my laughing stock

I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me It's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie Your eyes are soft with sorrow Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day I didn't see the time, I waited half my life away

I'm stubborn as those garbage bags That time cannot decay

The past is the tomorrow that got away.

History is the short trudge from Adam to atom.