Quotes About Time

She'd taken ten years off his life, frightening him the way she had, and now he'd easily subtracted another ten by kissing her. If he spent much more time with Jenna Campbell, he'd be dead inside a week.

CECILIA RANDALL HAD heard of people who, if granted one wish, would choose to live their lives over again. Not her. She'd be perfectly content to blot just one twelve-month period from her twenty-two years. The past twelve months.

Like anything else, friendship was an investment in time.

You can't bring back the past," he said. The words were filled with regret. "No," she agreed softly, "you can't. Today, this minute. Now is all that matters.

those years didn't happen and take

My, my, will you look at the time?" Bailey muttered, staring down at her watch. It was half-past frustration and thirty minutes to despair. The only way she could easily extricate herself from this mess was to leave—now.

Funny how time scrubs away such agony, weathering it through the years, like water rushing over rocks gradually smooths away the sharp, painful edges.

love. "In time you'll know joy again." Joy? I wanted to argue with him. It didn't seem likely or even possible. One doesn't heal from this kind of pain. I remembered how my family and friends had struggled to find the right words to comfort me. But there are no words Ã¢â'¬Â¦ there simply are no words.

She said interruptions were simply God's appointments.

I'm late," she told him.

now? When she looked at herself she saw her outside changing, growing older, while inside she still felt young. Aging was a strange thing—made you feel like you were wearing a striped shirt and plaid pants. Mismatched. Because you never felt as old inside as you looked on the outside.

I loved to press the shutter, to freeze time, to turn little slices of life into rectangle rife with metaphor.

What does it mean, all these tiny actions, these hidden secrets, these fragile humans with their hardships and friendships and fuckships that survive the slog-sprint through time? Don't you all realize? We all end up dust.

Happy people look young. You're really afraid of getting older, aren't you? You should only be afraid of getting less happy.

Their mystique comes from the fact that, once upon a time, someone cared enough to hide them.

Consider your life your personal currency-and invest it wisely.

For the French] time...is an ephemeral currency and should be spent doing the things that make life worth living.

Invest your time in what is personally meaningful and relevant

I'm a woman. Forty-five in female years (which is about a hundred and thirty in male years - bastards).

Tillie studied her mother's face. The face which had seen thirty-seven years of life. Twenty-one years of marriage. The birth of ten babies. The death of one.

Being in your twenties has changed a lot since I was in my twenties, but it is still a time everything awful that happens is awful in a romantic way, even if you don't admit it (and you can't admit it because then you would be less important in the tragedy you're starring in, your own life)...because in your twenties you know, even if you don't admit this either, even if this is buried deep in your subconscious, that you can waste an entire decade and still have a life.

Time lets the past slip away from all but your heart.

Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn. (Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day)

Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.