Quotes About Time

Love- the only human attribute that is indestructible by time, that is certain to survive time, if humanity itself survives.

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.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

For men, life is cool with us spending our time trying to understand them. Because great despair has a gender, too.

After a certain age, we do not move on from the dead, we remain in their time, in their company.

Le plus difficile à admettre, c'est la certitude qu'on oubliera.

But he never makes a call to ask for help. He cannot put his finger on precisely what is stopping him. He has had time to think about it. It remains an enigma. He scoured the internet in search of advice for pathological procrastinators. He drew up lists of what he had to lose, what he would be risking, and what he had to gain. It made no difference. He calls no-one.

The time for hope is gone, and come for fear.

It is only the present she hates; as soon as the present becomes the past, she immediately begins loving it. (On her mother)

Put romantic love at the center of a novel today, and who could be persuaded that in its pursuit the characters are going to get to something large? That love is going to throw them up against themselves in such a way that we will all learn something important about how we got to be as we are, or how the time in which we live got to be as it is. No one, it seems to me. Today, I think, love as a metaphor is an act of nostalgia, not of discovery.

Durante años me dije: "Por la mañana". Lo que, claro está, nunca ocurrió.

Time flies... scrapbook it.

S láskou je to jako s pe?ínkou: ?ím starší jsou zuby, tím mladší musí být jehn?.

My future is in my past and my past is my present. I must now make the present my future.

There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen.

Aquel que ha sido no puede más en adelante no haber sido. En lo sucesivo ese hecho misterioso y profundamente oscuro de haber vivido es su viático para la eternidad".8

It is impossible to predict the time and progress of revolution. It is governed by its own more or less mysterious laws.

As is invariably noted at the beginning of positively all literary biographies, the little boy was a glutton for books.... For his first writing exercise he painstakingly reproduced: "Obey your sovereign, honor him and submit to his laws," and the compressed ball of his index finger thus remained ink-stained forever. Now the thirties are over and the forties have begun.

Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

We didn't believe in tomorrow. We we couldn't forget what had happened yesterday.

We stayed here for only a few hours. We rested and went on. But the camera snatched this fraction of a second from the eternal flow of time and froze it forever. At this moment we didn't know that in a few hours we would fall into an ambush. At this moment, while we were filling our canteens from the stream, we didn't yet know that we would stay in the mountains for three days without a drop of water. We didn't yet know anything …