Quotes About Time

At the same time the music was drawn out, dilated, swelled like a waterspout. It filled the room with its metallic transparency, crushing our miserable time against the walls. I am in the music.

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June

Cada día te pareces un poco más al cadáver que serás y yo te amo siempre.

How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?   Dr. Seuss

If you don't have the time to read, you don't have the time or the tools to write. —Stephen King

To predict the next note, you can't just look at the previous note or the previous five notes. The correct prediction may rely on notes that occurred a long time ago.

I let it ring. I wanted to breathe for a few minutes, and I could think of nothing that couldn't wait. Besides, I had paid almost $50 for an answering machine. Let it earn its keep.

What do you want a clock for?" "To find out what time it is," I said. "I think that's the usual purpose.

Until then, carpe diem.' 'What?' 'It's Latin,' I said. 'It means, complain in daylight.

If you can screw up the case in the first few vital hours, it saves time and paperwork later.

a man who discovers his pants are on fire tends to have very little time to worry about somebody else's box of matches.

In short, it is Detective Anderson. He looks up and sees me through the glass, and he smiles. It is not a smile that encourages in me any of the finer feelings. It is instead a smile that says to me, quite clearly, it is time for all Hope to die. Hope obliges.

At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.

SINCE OUR REAL ESTATE AUCTION DID NOT TAKE PLACE UNTIL tomorrow, we had a long afternoon and evening of what Rita called free time, which seemed like a very misleading thing to call something that cost so much.

Ten minutes passed. A woman in a business suit walked by outside and climbed into her car—or at any rate, I assumed it was her car. If not, she was a very smooth car thief.

I opened the door and Brian stepped through. "Brother," he said. "We may not have a lot of time." "That thought had occurred to me," I said. "Along with a few others of a more personal nature." He showed me his teeth and took my elbow. "Time for recriminations later," he said. "Right now there's work to do.

Still, it was a starting point for someone with my special skills—the professional ones—and I pondered it as I worked. It was, after all, an area of real personal interest to me. And additionally, if this had been Deborah's case, she would almost certainly have demanded some kind of special insight from Sick and Twisted Me. So I thought about it, and although I came up with nothing helpful, at least it passed the time.

To be truthful, she couldn't catch any of them unless they hurled themselves off a building and into the front seat of her car, but this didn't seem like a good time to bring that up.

Altogether, it made wooing Morpheus a great deal more difficult than usual. I napped and woke up, napped and woke up, until finally, around two thirty, Rita closed her suitcase, thumped it onto the floor, and crawled in beside me, and I dropped off into deep, wonderful sleep at last. In

You wouldn't. You're an aberration," he said. "How do I know you won't kill us all anyway?" I said. "You're the one I need to feed to the fire," he said. "Drop the gun and you can save this girl." "Not terribly convincing," I said, stalling for time, hoping for that time to bring something.

I suppose that anyone with even a little bit of self-awareness will eventually feel like a complete hypocrite in the company of children, and this was my time.

And yet, I hope. This cannot continue eternally, can it? Something must someday happen. It is not possible that I should be a permanent fixture here, on the ninth floor of TGK, perpetually repeating the same small and meaningless rituals by rote. Someone

I think I need to see a lawyer," I tell him. He shakes his head sadly. "I retire in a year and a half," he says. And with this apparent non sequitur our conversation is over and I am buttoned securely into my cell once more.

There is nothing, no sound, and we are thinking very unhappy thoughts as we kneel down and perform our watery pantomime one more time.