Quotes About Time

I wish my memories would blur a bit,' Savannah had said, looking into her glass. 'I remember everything. The details never fade.

No regrets. That was another of his trading rules. Never waste time thinking about what could have been.

There just wasn't enough time in 2008. It had become a limited resource. Back in 1998, the days were so much more spacious. When she woke up in the morning, the day rolled out in front of her like a long hallway for her to meander down, free to linger over the best parts. Days were so stingy now. Mean slivers of time. They flew by like speeding cars. Whoosh!

Grandchildren would be her second chance to get it right. Now she had the time and the eggs to spare, and she would be present with her grandchildren.

All of a sudden she thought she had all the time in the world. Pride comes before someone trips you flat on your face.

No surprise you're in pain, no surprise you're dead. You're old. That's what is meant to happen. We don't care that you forget you're old. We know you're old.

Cecilia sipped her tea and imagined herself going back through time and putting that Khrushchev in his place.

Sometimes it felt like Zoe was just waiting out her life now, enduring it, ticking off events and days and months and years, as if she just had to get herself through something unspecified and then things would be better, except she never got through it and it never got better and she would never forgive him. His death was the ultimate 'fuck you'.

When will it all be over? When will she have time to think and feel again? Presumably not till the baby is a teenager and can safely fend for himself. Although, of course, teenagers need to be taught to drive and say no to drugs and wear condoms.

She realized with a shock that some of the happiest moments of her life had taken place over the last few months.

Their friends had got so old that whenever Connie bought a get-well card she also bought a sympathy card at the same time, to save herself the trouble of going back to the newsagent when they didn't 'get well'.

Hindsight,' said her father. 'It's always just a fraction too late.

Time went by so fast these days. There was some sort of malfunction going on with how fast the earth was spinning. Decades went by as quick as years once did.

He looked simultaneously very young and very old, as if all the past and future versions of himself were overlaid on his face.

She considered the pace of her life. The world had begun to move faster and faster over the last decade. People spoke faster, drove faster, walked faster. Everyone was in a rush. Everyone was busy. Everyone demanded their gratification instantly.

Her future back then, thought Cat now, was like a long buffet table of exotic dishes awaiting her selection. This career or that career. This boy or that boy. Marriage and children? Maybe later—for dessert, perhaps. She didn't realize they'd start clearing the plates away so soon.

If God had a supervisor, she would have sent off one of her famous letters of complaint a long time ago. "You have lost me as a customer.

Slow was certainly... slow... but also it was quite... lovely.

Seven minutes. Her mistake could be measured in minutes. Marla was the only person who knew. Ed never knew.

Hindsight, it's always just a fraction too late.

It is just that there is no time to feel things any more.

Well, anyway, she certainly was not worried that John-Paul was having an affair. Definitely not. It wasn't a possibility. Not even a remote possibility. He wouldn't have time for an affair! When would he fit it in? He did travel a bit. He could fit in an affair then.

I didn't properly appreciate one damned moment.

The year Lyn turned twenty-two someone switched her life over to fast-forward and forgot to change it back again. That's how it felt.