Quotes About Time

Enjoy today because it won't come back.

Leon laughed again. "That's why it's so hard to hurry kids. They're not thinking about what happened yesterday or what has to happen later today. They just want to enjoy now.

I like dark humor. My favorite movie of all time is 'Harold and Maude.'

It's only a matter of time, Indianyou can't sleep with the river forever.

Sacred time is always in the Present.

How much longer would they last? How long before one of them got stabbed in a bar fight, not just knocked out? How long before this old truck swerved off the road or head-on into a bus? Bit it didn't make much difference anyway. The drinking and hell raising were just things they did, as he had done sitting at the ranch all afternoon, watching the yellow cat bite the air for flies; passing the time away, waiting for it to end.

at that time she had not yet seen that the horizon was an illusion and

He was standing with the wind at his back, like that mule, and he felt he could stand there indefinitely, maybe forever, like a fence post or a tree. It took a great deal of energy to be a human being, and the more the wind blew and the sun moved southwest, the less energy Tayo had.

Moonflowers blossom in the sand hills before dawn, just as I followed him.

He could get no rest as long as the memories were tangled with the present

He cried the relief he felt at finally seeing the pattern, the way all the stories fit together—the old stories, the war stories, their stories—to become the story that was still being told. He was not crazy; he had never been crazy. He had only seen and heard the world as it always was: no boundaries, only transitions through all distances and time.

It was the eternal conundrum. Time passed too slowly, and then it was over too quickly. Hurry up and die.

Lucy Stone wasn't usually a clock watcher. Time didn't pass slowly for her; it galloped ahead of her.

It's not a guideline—it's a deadline.

Are you old enough to be young again?

Don't ever let one moment take anything away from another.

Even evils are transitory. So where to battle?

Moments are like gas, they pass.

As the days grow short, some faces grow long. But not mine. Every autumn, when the wind turns cold and darkness comes early, I am suddenly happy. It's time to start making soup again.

Doing nothing is very hard to do–you never know when you're finished.

Fear is a sneaky thief, stealing away precious moments of your life.

It is not always possible to know, when you make a note of an event, or a state of mind, how this may strike someone perhaps ten thousand years later.

The great secret that all old people share is that you really haven't changed in seventy or eighty years. Your body changes, but you don't change at all. And that, of course, causes great confusion.

Often the mass emotions are those which seem the noblest, best and most beautiful. And yet, inside a year, five years, a decade, five decades, people will be asking, "How could you have believed that?" because events will have taken place that will have banished the said mass emotions to the dustbin of history.