Quotes About Time

As the world turns toward winter and the nights grow long, people begin to wake in the dark. Lying in bed too long cramps the limbs, and dreams dreamt too long turn inward on themselves, grotesque as a Mandarin's fingernails. By and large, the human body isn't adapted for more than seven or eight hours' sleep—but what happens when the nights are longer than that?

Diana Gabaldon

I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ just came." The need to find out as much as I could made me add the little else I knew. "I think—I think it has something to do with being able to fix your mind on a certain person who's in the time you go to." Her

I understood very well just then, why it is that men measure time. They wish to fix a moment, in the vain hope that so doing will keep it from departing.

Tad bu?iuoki mane tu šimt? syki?, Vis? t?kstant?, antr? šimt? syki?, V?l dar t?kstant?, dar ne vien? šimt?... Daugel t?kstan?i? kai sud?sim šitaip, Juos sujaksime, kad neb?t? skai?iaus.

Is it true - that I won't forget? He paused for a moment, hand on her hair. Aye, that's true, he said softly. But it's true, too, that it willna matter after a time.

in her voice that

something to do with that.

Perhaps Raymond was right, she added in a softer tone; it's only the essence of a thing that counts. When time strips everything else away, it's only the hardness of the bone that's left.

You have to understand," I said. "He—I—we were separated by the war, the Rising. Each of us thought the other was dead. I found him again only—my God, was it only four months ago?

The lines of stress in Grey's face eased a little. "I see," he said slowly. "So—you have not seen him since—my God, that's twenty years!" He stared at me, dumbfounded. "And four months? Why—how—" He shook his head, brushing away the questions.

When the light came, it would fall just so, across his pillow. She'd see his sleeping face in the light: the jackstraw hair, the fading bruise on his temple, the deep-set eyes, closed in innocence. He looked so young, asleep. Almost as young as he really was. Only twenty-two; too young to have such lines in his face.

date of our first anniversary, Jamie had been in the Bastille, and I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I had been in

An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

Hodie mihi cras tibi—sic transit gloria mundi. My turn today—yours tomorrow. Thus passes the glory of the world.

Over time, either the crisis or the petitioner wears down, and prayer either ceases or Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the person praying starts to listen.

When the day shall come, that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'—ye'll ken it was because I didna have time." This book is for my Sister, Theresa Gabaldon

Diana Gabaldon

I am going to be where you are for the rest of our lives, I said firmly. If that's a week or another forty years. Longer, he said, and smiled

You have to keep time aside for life, which I haven't done enough over the past couple years.

Aside from the Rizzoli & Isles books, there are many other stories I want to write. The question is whether I'll live long enough to write them all!

I'm married. I have a daughter, so I put aside time in the day to spend with them.

I'm the kind of person who will set time aside to do something and then do everything but that thing.

I don't usually have time for TV. When I get home at night, I just want to fall asleep.