Quotes About Time

My favorite time in the cycles of public life is the time when the Pope is dead and they haven't elected a new one. There's no one in the world who is infallible for those weeks. And you know, I don't miss it.

But now isn't simply now. Now is also a cold reminder: one whole day later than yesterday, one year later than last year. Every now is labeled with its date, rendering all past nows obsolete, until — later of sooner — perhaps — no, not perhaps — quite certainly: it will come.

If it's going to be a world with no time for sentiment, it's not a world that I want to live in.

I am a camera, with its shutter open. Someday, all of this will be developed, printed, fixed.

The past is just something that's over.

Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man - all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died - what is there to be afraid of? It answers them: But that happened so gradually, so easily. I'm afraid of being rushed.

It is always perilous to suppose that the past is over and done with or that it can ever safely be disconnected from the pressing concerns of the present.

The only difference between a rut and the grave is the depth.

The attempt to redefine the family as a purely voluntary arrangement grows out of the modern delusion that people can keep all their options open all the time.

Like untuned golden strings all women are,Which long time lie untouched, will harshly jar.Vessels of brass oft handled brightly shine.

Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,And then thou must be damned perpetually!Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven,That time may cease, and midnight never come.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

The heroes of the past are untouchable, protected forever by the fortress door of time - unless some mysterious stranger magically turns up with a key.

Caesar set his legion's All Day speed at exactly "twenty Roman miles in five summer hours," or 15:00 minutes a mile. The next faster gear was double-time, a 13:30 clip that covered twenty-two Roman miles in five hours. When you factor in the gnarly terrain and 45-pound packs on their backs, that's a churn rate any ultrarunner would envy.

dice el Demonio—, uno se hace viejo porque deja de correr".

Tu nep?rst?j skriet t?d??, ka k??sti vecs, Dipsijas D?mons vienm?r teica. Tu k??sti vecs t?d??, ka p?rst?j skriet.

The heroes of the past are untouchable, protected forever by the fortress door of time—

error. It was Saturday evening, February 25, 2006, and I had twenty-four hours

Kairos was young and wing-footed and forever gorgeous, despite having no hair except a single shock over his forehead. Kairos is the god of golden opportunities and guardian of outlaws, and he could work wonders for you if you were quick enough to grab him by the forelock.

I'm always learning from experiences because each one is different and there are different players involved in the project at the time with their own way of doing things.

Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.

There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.

We've had bad luck with children; they've all grown up

And of all man's felicities The very subtlest one, say I, Is when for the first time he sees His hearthfire smoke against the sky.