Quotes About Time

I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present

His absence is time gained to spool my un-truths.

I knew she was leaving. I knew we were never going to date long-distance. I knew that we wouldn't have been able to be like this back when we were dating, so there was no use in regretting what hasn't happened. I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present.

I am forgetting about time and Tal because maybe my life isn't over. Maybe it's only beginning.

I have to figure, with this many stops and starts, surely this train will pull out of the station eventually. What's the big fucking rush?

What I mean is that when people say right person, wrong time, or wrong person, right time, it's usually a cop-out. They think that fate is playing with them. That we're all just participants in this romantic reality show that God gets a kick out of watching. But the universe doesn't decide what's right or not right. You do.

But love needs to have a future. And Sofia and I don't have a future. We've just had a good time sharing the present, that's all.

I had a hard time picturing my father in high school. My father never gave any indication that he'd once been young. Gem, on the other hand, wore all of the ages she'd ever been at the same time. I could trust that.

When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to? When the club closes or when everyone leaves?

We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. We are the ticking, we are the pulsing, we are underneath every part of this moment.

But the older you get, the more you realize that, yes, there are all these things that link you to the past, and you're using the same words and singing the same songs that have always been there for you, but each time, things have shifted, and you have to deal with that shift. Because

when you turn a short span of time into a "season," you create an echo chamber for all of its associations

What's the one thing we want when it comes to the people we love? Time. And what's the scariest thing about how love goes? Time. The thing we want the most is the thing we fear the most, I guess. Time is going to run out. But in the meantime we have... everything.

I notice her the way you notice the differences in someone who's been away a long time. And it hasn't been a long time. It's only been long for us.

Sleeping is time not spent living.

Outside the elevator, time is going on, but inside, it's stopped for us because we've got our own schedule: kissing, giggling, probing, breathing, taking, wanting, hoping. Liking.

Maybe, I thought it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

Is it PG-13 time?

Hey, ya'll,can we go? Leah asked. The cute guys are gonna be taken by the time we get there. No,they won't be, Sam said,Because you'll be ariving with them.

More than half the candle remained. She could read an hour before it guttered, longer if she took another candle from the drawer. How many had she burned already this month? Her hours of night reading seemed to grow ever more necessary, for each day's study compelled her to explore these volumes further, and with a fierce attention impossible when others were about.

The greatest curse, he'd thought, was to be stuck in one's own time—and the greatest power was to see beyond its horizons. Studying history had given him the illusion of observing safely from outside the trap. Only that's what the world was: a trap. The circumstances you were born to, the situations you found yourself in—to dodge that fray was impossible. And what you did within it was your life.

He'd always pitied those ensnared in the time periods he studied—people captured in resin, their fates sealed by their inability to see what was coming. The greatest curse, he'd thought, was to be stuck in one's own time—and the greatest power was to see beyond its horizons.

no classes or exams, just acres of time in which to research and write—had swiftly revealed itself to be a glorified form of orphanhood.

No escape to other worlds, nor refuge from the endless river of days.