Quotes About Time

Beneath history, memory and forgetting Beneath memory and forgetting, life.

Waiting, he thought, was the most miserable condition a man could find himself in. His whole life, he had been waiting for one thing or another.

Then it comes to him—how you can't return to a place you've never been to, can't recapture what you never had. The chances you miss stay missed forever.

She wanted to ask, How long? A year? Less more? Any time? But she had lived long enough to know that you did not ask questions to which there were no answers and which you didn't want answered.

I walk home, thinking of another place, of seemingly long endless summers and the shade of different kinds of trees; and then of winters when the branches of the trees were bare, so bare that, recalling them now, it seems inconceivable to me that I looked at them and did not think of the summer just gone, and the spring soon to come, as illusions; as dreams, never fulfilled, never to be fulfilled.' Philoctetes.

time, stability and loyalty, which are not things usually to be reaped without first being sown. Perhaps

He was twenty-five but had that elongated bony English look of not yet having completed the process of growing-up and filling out which meant in a few years he would suddenly appear middle-aged as well as beefy because to men like this everything seemed to happen at once round about the age of thirty; everything except white hair which was reserved for retirement and was equally sudden and the only sign that old age had arrived.

Sail on silver girl, sail on by...your time has come to shine all your dreams are on their way...see how they shine..oh and if you need a friend. I'm sailing right behind......

Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you

A slow feeling of gathering sadness as each familiar place flashes by the window and disappears and becomes part of the past. Time is made visible, and it moves as the landscape moves.

Time is a factor in travel, one of the most crucial.

Last days? Don't they know? These are the traits of all days, every day, everywhere.

she looked a hundred years older, as stale and ruined as yesterday's oatmeal.

I was shown each second passing as the train belted along, ticking off the buildings with a speed that made me melancholy.

My idea was that I would have lunch in Mexicali and hurry back to Calexico, but this line of people was daunting, moving so slowly that I decided to skip lunch and just look.

And I began writing, to console myself in my solitude and to ease the passing of time.

calendar scenes that you admire for a moment before feeling an urge to move on to a new month.

And why was I still here? I felt I was killing time, especially in Russia, which, in spite of all the talk of change and reform, seemed exactly the same place as it had ever been: a pretentious empire with a cruel government that was helpless without secret police.

I travel to find obstacles, to discover my limits, to ease the passage of time

If you are thoroughly sick of being kept waiting at home or at work, travel is perfect: let other people wait for a change. Travel is a sort of revenge for having been put on hold, having to leave messages on answering machines, not knowing your party's extension, being kept waiting all your working life—the homebound writer's irritants. Being kept waiting is the human condition.

Speed now illuminates reality whereas light once gave objects of the world their shape.

The reconciliation of nothing and reality and the suspension of time and space by high velocities replace the exoticism of journeys with a vast expanse of emptiness.

Zelda is worried about the regular death that happens when you grow too old. -Henry

Feminists too often believe that no one has never experienced the kind of society that empowered women and made that empowerment the basis of rules and civilization. The price the feminist community must pay because it is not aware is necessary confusion, division and much lost time.