Quotes About Time

The memories of men are too frail a thread to hang history from.

History repeats itself, and that's one of the things that's wrong with history.

Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.

In terms of distance, the prodigal's pigsty is the farthest point from home; in terms of time, the pigsty is the shortest distance to the father's house.

There are those who stay at home and those who go away, and it has always been so. Everyone can choose for himself, but he must choose while there is still time and never change his mind.

The way back is always shorter.

There is one aspect of happiness that's been well studied, and it's the notion of flow. Ask yourselves, when for you does time stop? When are you truly at home, wanting to be no place else?

Time is the nervous system of narration, whether factual or fictive. If it gets confused some of the minutiae of human nature are certain not to work, not to glow, not to strike home.

I think what you notice most when you haven't been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

There it was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness its headquarters.

Let your first interest be in your home. The baby you hold in your arms will grow quickly as the sunrise and the sunset of the rushing days.

One is always at home in one's past.

Kiss till the cow comes home.

I need to stop carving out four-hour chunks to do random things and go home and watch my children grow up.

Fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.

The year is ended, and it only adds to my age; Spring has come, but I must take leave of my home. Alas, that the trees in this eastern garden, Without me, will still bear flowers.

I want any excuse to come home. My dad is not a spring chicken any more. If anyone says, 'Go buy a postage stamp in London,' I'll go and do it.

The book [ One Thousand Gifts] took just over a year to write, on the fringe hours, early and late, around home educating 6 kids and farming and blogging.

I'm home about two days a month, and on those I have to pack.

A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past.

I don't get a chance to be home much.

My major goal is to take my bathrobe off before the kids get home from school.

I'm 47 now, and I'm at that stage where I'm still young but I'm not young. I'm not old but I'm getting old, and I have stuff at home that reminds me of people and places.

Call home at least once a week. It's a proven fact that we call home less the older we get. And that's wrong. It should be the other way around. As we get older, our parents get older.