Quotes About Time

My time is short," he told Garrett brusquely. "Can you comb any faster?" "Ask me that again," Garrett replied equably, "and this comb will soon be lodged in a place it wasn't meant to go." Bazzle snickered, evidently gathering her meaning.

It's a house. No more and no less. There isn't a structure on earth that could last forever. But a family goes on." -Leo

How long will you be away?" "Three days," he said cheerfully. "You'll scarcely have time to miss me before I'm back." "I wouldn't miss you no matter how long you were gone.

What are you thinking?" he asked. "I was just reflecting on how fortunate I am. Even though I only had Amberley for a short time, at least I know that once I was truly loved." His fingers touched the edge of her jaw, stroking delicately. The gentle caress made Livia's heart throb violently. He held her gaze deliberately, his fingertips playing on her skin until he found the tender hollow behind her earlobe. "Anyone would love you.

When my wrinkles appear," Kathleen said ruefully, "those two will have caused most of them." "That day will be a long time coming." Looking down at her, Devon cupped her face with his hands. "But when it does, you'll be even more beautiful.

The end of May…" he mused, not the slightest bit out of breath despite their pace. "That's just a bit shy of two months. How are you going to find a suitor in that length of time?" "I'll stand on a street corner wearing a placard if I have to.

The span of three or four minutes is pretty insignificant in the scheme of things. People lose hundreds of minutes every day, squandering them on trivial things. But sometimes in those fragments of time, something can happen you'll remember the rest of your life.

Life can be understood only by looking back, but has to be lived forwardly.

Despite my deep and abiding affection for your parents, I'd rather not be overrun by Marsdens for the time being." "Neither would I," Merritt assured him. "Papa would ask a great many questions I have no wish to answer, and Mama... well, as you know, she's as subtle as a marauding Viking." The duke laughed softly. "In the interest of self-preservation, I'll withhold comment.

I found myself scooting behind the coffee table like the outraged virgin in some Victorian melodrama. "Jack, this isn't a good time. I'm really tired and I'm not thinking straight." "That's what makes it a great time. If you were rested and sober, it'd be a hell of a lot harder to argue with you." -Ella & Jack

You're unbelievable," he said in a low voice, and it wasn't a compliment. "It amazes me that there was ever a time I thought you needed toughening up." "Would you prefer someone more...helpless?" Even Lucy had to admit that she had pushed him too far.

Becoming aware of his wife's gaze, Westcliff's head turned. Some voiceless message was delivered between them … and he responded with a quick, almost indiscernible wink. A chuckle rustled in Lady Westcliff's throat. She turned to Amelia. "We'll have been married four years, come September," she said rather sheepishly. "I had supposed I would have stopped mooning over him by now, but I haven't.

I'd choose spending a few minutes with you and dying tomorrow over having a lifetime without you". -Justin Vallerand

Even the worst haircut eventually grows out.

Also, I'm always learning better and better how to prioritize and how to leave certain things for the next day.

Your father and I haven't had this much quality time since our honeymoon." "So what?" "So, what if we can't stand each other?

There was a time I used to cry, but that was another lifetime ago. My heart was broken just once. But completely. As

Her reticent nature had iced over years before. The thaw would take some time.

If you push people beyond the threshold, you make them slaves of the moment. Tomorrow is a luxury.

He'd always considered whatever went on between "Hello" and "Let's get it on" to be perfectly useless. An empty wasteland of time getting to what both parties wanted.

Looking at his dead son must have been like watching a movie where nothing moved. It was not photograph because it had duration. It had to be lived through. A photograph has none of that. This was a story without an ending. It would go on forever.

You have to be in the game long enough to see the results.

The main thing is finding the time to sit down and write. You have to make the time.

Life's too short to fold fitted sheets!