Quotes About Time

I tell myself I don't have time, but the truth of the matter is I don't know how to reach out.

I did not realize what a gift I had been given until it was too late, forever too late. Must life always be that way?

I couldn't dream of a future, I couldn't reliably remember my past.

Yes... That's what it was to be alive. To move about in a cloud of ignorance; to go up and down trampling on the feelings of those ...about you. To spend and waste time as though you had a million years. To be always at the mercy of one self-centered passion or another.

I have always felt that laughter in the face of reality is probably the finest sound there is and will last until the day when the game is called on account of darkness. In this world, a good time to laugh is any time you can

Time doesn't go. Time stays. We go.

And so it goes.

The Lord rested on the Sabbath and he's asking you to rest so that you can spend time with him.

Good girls keep diaries; bad girls don't have the time.' Tallulah Bankhead, by the way.

You should sit in meditation for twenty minutes every day, unless you're too busy. Then you should sit for an hour.

Schedule blocks of time in your calendar for your D-I-A Desires, and then fit in other to-dos around those blocks.

It's been a long time, you see. There's been no one for five years. Not since Gavin. I've spent five years murdering what I felt for him, starving my need for him, purging my memory. But somehow it still feels...too soon. They say time heals, but--' 'They lied,' he said simply.

The abundance of work presses hard on the smallness of time.

Take the proverb to thy soul! Take and clasp it fast: "The mill cannot grind with the water that has passed." —Sarah Doudney

Time either erodes us, or it silts us up. There is no cast iron shore.

the past/that has a place for us will know us by our scattered wake." A History Play, Waterborne

Walking by Stolen Creek the meaning of its name forgotten, the word remembered. Whatever happened here is recalled in another time and it's remembered inside the stolen self that my blood river passes through in thin and beautiful veins, not gold but only a mere human heartbeat, a circle of people standing, talking, making their plans as water passes by. Something, someone is still alive, telling. They think these are only stories not what holds the world together in its balance.

What the narrator comes to realize is that the past "cannot be described objectively" and that her present will always mediate her past.

Perhaps the greatest lesson she'd learned was that the quality of one's relationships had less to do with time spent together than with the manner in which it was spent.

Je me souviendrai qu'elle m'a écrit par sms, vers la fin : J'ai travaillé. J'ai traduit ce qui meurt en ce qui dure. (Préface de Mathieu Terence, p. 8)

Time is like constellations that swing in a great circle in the sky's vast bowl. There is no beginning, no end; all returns again and again, forever.

Time is a great circle;

The future is only the past Entered again by a different gate. —Sir Arthur Wing Pinero

My life's memories take up space with no regard to when they happened, or to their actual time span. The memories of brief incidents occupy almost all time, while years of my life have left no tract. -- spoken by Astrid