Quotes About Time

I would have lived more fully in the moment, realize how easily a perfect day can slip by unnoticed. Any day is the glory day if you choose to see the glory in it

How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to break into blossom: as if what exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious

Real life was messier than fiction, and in it you didn't always have time to do or say the right things.

Life is short. Eternity is long.

I probably hit the ball as far today as I did 40 years ago. That just shouldn't be.

Soon I will be an old, white-haired lady, into whose lap someone places a baby, saying, "Smile, Grandma!" — I, who myself so recently was photographed on my grandmother's lap.

Then you'll remember your life as a book of candles, each page read by the light of its own burning.

The sound of rain outlives us. I listen, someone is whispering.

It's just time: the book I read, the letter I write, the window I look out of. Just a sleeve I keep trying to mend, the spool diminishing. Just my one hand writing words, my other hand weighing the silences between them. — Li-Young Lee, from "Cloudy Mirror: A Forward," The Winged Seed: A Remembrance (Simon & Schuster, 1995)

In this life, this is how one must wait, past despair, the heart a fossil, the minutes molten, the feet turned to stone.

And I am not old," she continued. "I am but thirty." "Ah, but you will be thirty-one come the sixth of March," he said. "You certainly are not young." "I believe we may have to return to the topic of my weight," she said tartly. "You will be more apt to see thirty-six that way.

This wasn't the sixth month of the year; it was 'six months after Elizabeth knew she was to become a mother'. Imagine the Lord using an expectant mother's growing waistline to measure time! Never doubt for a moment that women matter to the Almighty.

I think we make a big mistake about ghosts,' he said suddenly. 'We think they are from the past. We think they are all dead. But they are alive. And some of them are not even born yet. They are travellers.' 'Travellers?

Wasn't my hair shorter than when they last saw me?

Our time is so precious. You're holding out for someone who you really want to spend all your time with. Otherwise, there's no point to it.

The regrets of yesterday and the fear of tomorrow can kill you.

He was doing - Ray was designing the clothes for my mom's show from California. And one of the first appearances I ever made on television was on my mother's show and Ray and Bob did the clothes for that. It has been a long time.

There is NO satisfaction out of instant gratification.

Thinking is a bit uncomfortable, but you'll get used to it. A matter of time and practice.

I only suggest to you: Will you dwell on killing this man? You wish for revenge? If you do, he has already killed you by slow poison. So, let it go. Why waste your time? His life will see to his death.

for many youngsters 'back home' was what they saw out of the window; anything else was just an interesting holiday. The capital's constantly evolving street slang provides the best illustration: Jamaican patois remained its foundation, but it included at least as many hip-hop reference points and a grab bag of longstanding Londonisms – you could visit three different time zones within the space of a sentence.

Marcellus cudgeled his memory. What did he know about Arpino? Delicious little melons! Arpino melons! And exactly the right time for them, too.

And so they lived many happy years, and the promised tasks were accomplished. Yet long afterward, when all had passed away into distant memory, there were many who wondered whether King Taran, Queen Eilonwy, and their companions had indeed walked the earth, or whether they had been no more than dreams in a tale set down to beguile children. And, in time, only the bards knew the truth of it.

We were young. Everyone was young in those days. That's the main complaint you hear from people who are getting old. You stop seeing young people. You begin to wonder if there are any left and whether there were only young people when you were young.