Quotes About Time

I'm sorrowed to see the time spent in the echoing halls of criminal investigation have done nothing to curb your native vulgarity." They

Just enough time to make the announcement and answer a few questions." Vic joined him. "But not too many." "And then run out the door." He shook his head. "Flight being the better part of valor in politics.

By focusing exclusively on the events of the day, journalism all but severs the connection between time and eternity. It makes the world appear to be nothing but an endless jumble of events through which it is difficult, if not impossible, to discern anything beyond the relatively base motivations of lust, calculated self-interest, and the will to power. In short, journalism is not able to communicate wisdom.

It was like being trapped forever in the present tense of the first line of a first reader.

I am awaiting the return of the nerves to the epidermis. They're being pretty damn slow about it.

When Julia was twenty-nine, her hair was already bar-coded. Now, at sixty-two, it was a solid helmet of bright pewter, level with her lean, brown jawbone.

It took seven hours to get Thomas Kilgannon

I forgot what it felt like to be young

I promise-ted I'd care up for him downwise 'til the tailend of time.

Everything since the beginning of time was working together to make my happiness possible: and then you. You walked into the audiovisual lab in your flannel shirt...and you fucked it up! You fucked everything up! Do you understand that? Because of you, the entire universe is ruined...forever!" --Kari, The Pavilion

As Picasso said with his typical oxymoronic wit, "It takes a very long time to become young.

History is a set of repeating circles, like the tide. The wind does blow through the ruins of tomorrow. But it is more a question of two steps forward, one step back. Humans and dragons make the same mistakes, again and again, but things do get better over time

Everything subtracted from the present is added to the future with interest.

It's so funny looking back, but my so-called overnight success actually took 15 years. I remember when I didn't have any money, and my only car was mom's Hyundai.

To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect.

Remember: the past was left behind, the present is a choice and the future is never certain.

That we can see and understand everything just as well alive as dead, only when we're alive we don't have the time, or the peace of mind, or the inclination to see and understand what we could. We're too busy rushing to our graves.

Nobody is ready for death. If you ask Joe Blow on the street, he aint gonna tell you he thinks he'll live forever. But when the end is near you'll realize you've been believing that all along. It's like getting caught with your pants down. That's why you gotta live, little one. Yeah stop and smell them roses.

It's impossible to hold on to anything really. Everything slips away in due time.

At the diner, customers used to come in all the time and say, 'I'm not a morning person.' Usually right before or right after they ordered coffee. But what? The world is divided into morning people and afternoon people and night people?

Muchos poetas han escrito que pasamos por el mundo como peregrinos, que la vida no es más que un viaje. Una viajera anónima del siglo XVI escribía en sus notas "No me siento viajera, más bien peregrina en este mundo, quizá porque me gusta ir de aquí para allá ganándole tiempo a la muerte".

the essence of some stories lies precisely in this: they do not change, but remain like citadels or lighthouses facing the irresistible assault of time

What is life? It is a flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

Sixteen years move in slow motion; then catch speed, fast, like the pages of a book being flipped.