Quotes About Time

he was in a museum of immaculate dust - and nothing was exactly gone

A life postponed too long might never be lived.

Places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the sheets will be laundered, the carpet swept. The names on the hotel registers change as we pass. We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow.

A spider brings good luck before midnight and bad luck after.

For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes.

And Odin should have known from the first that perfect Order does not bend; it simply stands until it breaks, which is why it rarely survives for any meaningful length of time.

All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.

But if you could travel back through Time, and find yourself as you used to be, wouldn't you try, just once at least, to give her some kind of warning? Wouldn't you want to make things right?

There's no such thing as a trivial thing. Everything costs; it all adds up until finally the balance shifts and we're gone again, back on the road, telling ourselves - well maybe next time

There was a quote he could not quite remember, something about the past being an island surrounded by time. He had missed the last boat to the island.

Set a church clock wrong to fool the devil, my mother always told me. But in this case I suspect the devil is not fooled. Not for a minute.

Datemi del romantico, se vi va. Ma io credo nel crimine perfetto. Come il vero amore, è solo questione di tempo e pazienza.

Besides, we have more chocolates to deliver in Les Marauds; coconut truffles for Omi; rose and cardamom for Fatima and her daughters; chili for old Mahjoubi, that warms the heart and brings courage. And one more package, for Inès; tied with a red silk ribbon. The gift that crosses all cultures; that brings a smile to the sourest face; that pulls back the years and takes us to a simpler, sweeter time.

The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.

Oh, she understood wine, my mother. She understood the sweetening process, the fermentation, the seething and mellowing of life in the bottle, the darkening, the slow transformations, the birth of a new vintage in a bouquet of aromas like a magician's bunch of paper flowers. If only she had had time and patience enough for us. A child is not a fruit tree. She understood that too late. There is no recipe to take a child into sweet, safe adulthood. She should have known that.

La fortuna è come un pendolo che oscilla attraverso i secoli, portando l'inevitabile.

Bet mano pasaulis yra ?ia. Galb?t jis ir mažas, ta?iau net šimt? met? gyvendamas aš neišsemsiu visos jo begalin?s ?vairov?s.

Prazos largos são fáceis de subscrever; a imaginação os faz infinitos.

Tomorrow's sun is on it's way – a relentless sun, inscrutable like life.

Os instantes do Diabo intercalavam-se nos minutos de Deus, e o relógio foi assim marcando alternativamente a minha perdição e a minha salvação.

Matamos o tempo; o tempo nos enterra.

In nineteen minutes, you can mow the front lawn; color your hair; watch a third of a hockey game. In nineteen minutes, you can bake scones or get a tooth filled by a dentist; you can fold laundry for a family of five. In nineteen minutes, you can stop the world; or you can just jump off it.

Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?

I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they'd reach forever.