Quotes About Time

Atunci când tr?ieÅŸti, nu se întâmpl? nimic. Decorul se schimb?, oamenii intr? sau ies, asta e totul. Începuturi nu exist? niciodat?. Zilele se adaug? la alte zile f?r? rim? ÅŸi f?r? motiv, e o adiÅ£iune interminabil? ÅŸi monotona. Nici sfârÅŸit nu exist?; nimeni nu p?r?seÅŸte vreodat? o femeie, un prieten, un oraÅŸ dintr-o dat?.

Am vrut ca toate clipele vieÈ›ii mele s? se succead? È™i s? se orânduiasc? asemeni celor dintr-o via?? de care-È›i aminteÈ™ti. E ca È™i cum ai vrea s? încerci a prinde timpul de coad?.

Možda ?e i biti ljepših vremena, ali ovo je naše.

El pasado es un lujo de propietario. ¿Dónde podría conservar yo el mío? Nadie se mete el pasado en el bolsillo; hay que tener una casa para acomodarlo. Mi cuerpo es lo único que poseo; un hombre solo, con su cuerpo, no puede detener los recuerdos; pasan a través de él. No debería quejarme: sólo he querido ser libre.

One does not always realize at the time what effect historical events have upon our lives.

Time is our friend in trouble," she said, "because it tells us that the sorrow cannot last for ever.

But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.

It's funny when you feel as if you don't want anything more in your life except to sleep, or else to lie without moving. That's when you can hear time sliding past you, like water running.

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?

I have tried, I said, but he does not believe me. It is too late for that now (it is always too late for truth, I thought).

Quite alone. No voice, no touch, no hand....How long must I lie here? For ever? No, only for a couple of hundred years this time, miss....

At twenty-four she imagined with dread that she was growing old.

You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And you know that there is no past, no future, there is only this blackness, changing faintly, slowly, but always the same.

Do you think that too, she said, that I have slept too long in the moonlight?

No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary.

I can remember every second of that morning, if I shut my eyes I can see the deep blue colour of the sky and the mango leaves, the pink and red hibiscus, the yellow handkerchief she wore around her head, tied in the Martinique fashion with the sharp points in front, but now I see everything still, fixed for ever like the colours in a stained-glass window. Only the clouds move. It was wrapped in a leaf, what she had given me, and I felt it cool and smooth against my skin.

I was thinking, 'I'm nineteen and I've got to go on living and living and living.

Nobody's hidden your dress, she said. It's hanging in the press. She lookked at me and said, I don't believe you know how long you've been here, you poor creature. On the contrary, I said, only I know how long Ihave been here. Nights and days, and days and nights, hundreds of them slipping through my fingers. But that does not matter. Time has no meaning. But something you can touch and hold like my red dress, that has meaning. Where is it?

Well, there you are. It's not that these things happen or even that one survives them, but what makes life strange is that they are forgotten. Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies. This is what makes life so droll - the way you forget and every day is a new day, and there's hope for everybody, hooray...

The devil prince of this world, but this world don't last so long for mortal man.

I said I was always happy in the morning, not always in the afternoon and never after sunset, for after sunset the house was haunted, some places are.

I have a lot of writing to do and not as much time as you'd think. I do it at night now and look a bit haggard afterwards.

There is no control over memory.