Quotes About Time

Mon cas n'est pas unique : j'ai peur de mourir et je suis navrée d'être au monde. Je n'ai pas travaillé, je n'ai pas étudié. J'ai pleuré, j'ai crié. Les larmes et les cris m'ont pris beaucoup de temps.

Memories are comfy too, they are swaddling bands, they wrap you up warm like a mummy. What moment is there in life that is not already a memory?

But there was a salve for her wound: she could always die now, because she had drawn all her benefits from the apricot trees in autumn. Seeing them was her whole life compressed into an instant's dream.

What moment is there in life that is not already a memory?

Passage of time lends perspective to one's observations; perspective then leads to wisdom.

To understand the real impact of changes in the national state of mind, one has to wait for at least a few decades.

Death twitches my ear. "Live," he says; "I am coming."

Time bears away all things, even our minds.

Age steals away all things, even the mind.

We have made you [Priapus] of marble for the time being.

Age carries all things away, even the mind.

Years grow cold to love.

The best day… is the first to flee.

Happy old man!

Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit (Perhaps it will be pleasing sometime to have remembered these things, from The Aeneid)

Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.

Death twitches my ear; 'Live,' he says... 'I'm coming.

forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit. and perhaps it will be pleasing to have remembered these things one day

I guess walking slow getting married is because it gives you time to maybe change your mind.

I tell you this because books for young readers are so often written about that very moment: the moment of the fork. The moment the old man cannot return to.

If you want something to grow and be so beautiful you could have a nice day just from looking at it, you have to wait. Meanwhile you keep watering it and it has to have sunshine and also you talk to it.

There's a million stories glistening in her eyes if you just have time to look.

When you're bereaved you're so all over the place that you might find a book heart-warming on a Tuesday and mindless nonsense on a Wednesday.

Day followed day, each one a little different from the one before...but the little house stayed just the same.