Quotes About Time

Death is not the problem; waiting around for it is.

I took about a year to fully adjust. Like there's a death at the family or a divorce, you don't just snap your fingers and it's over.

Death comes to us all sooner or later. We cannot escape it.

Most things may never happen: this one will.

Hell, I don't want to grow old at all. I never want to die.

Death has shaken out the sands of thy glass.

Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.

I ask a wreathwhich will not crush my head. And there is no hurry about it; I shall have, doubtless, a boom after my funeral, Seeing that long standing increases all things regardless of quality.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.

One puts off the biography like you put off death. To write an autobiography is to etch the words on your own gravestone.

If you read a novel in more than two weeks you don't read the novel really.

People think of history in the long term, but history, in fact, is a very sudden thing.

And she was game. They're all game, if you take your time and use your brains—and aren't sixty-four years old.

Nothing illegal is achieved without patience.' Benjamin Franklin.

It is no longer a matter," says Churchill, "of the great American democracy taking military action to save us. The time has come for American citizens to take civil action to save themselves.

Madamaska Falls, capital of caution, where the local population is content to be in raptures about changing the clock twice a year.

In September, you son of a bitch, I am going to be thirty years old! Correct, Monkey, correct! Which is precisely why it is you and not me who is responsible for your expectations and your dreams! Is that clear? you!

This is aging, pure and simple, the self-destroying hilarity of the last roller coaster.

La vida es un breve periodo de tiempo durante el que estamos vivos.

It is the American pastoral par excellence and it lasts twenty-four hours.

The drive was interminable. Had he missed a turn or was this itself the next abode: a coffin that you endlessly steer through the placeless darkness, recounting and recounting the uncontrollable events that induced you to become someone unforeseen. And so fast! So quickly! Everything runs away, beginning with who you are, and at some indefinable point you come to half understand that the ruthless antagonist is yourself.

Maybe it's still a bit of an affront to people, to fail to abide by the old clock of life.

Now the vivacious mother of his youth, who well into middle age was being complimented on her youthful vigor, was an old lady, her spine twisted and bent, a hurt and puzzled expression embedded in the creases of her face. Now, when she did not realize people were watching her, tears would rise in her eyes, eyes bearing that look both long accustomed to living with pain and startled to have been in so much pain so long.