Quotes About Time

Centuries have not worm-eaten the solidity of this ancient furniture of the mind.

in the end, the only thing that matters is what we do with the time that we have left.

Movies take years to bring to theater, but hours to watch. Strikingly similar to success.

To focus on your legacy when you're alive, is to detract from the time you could spend building it.

'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,"You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again."

Do not spend the day in gathering flowers by the way side, lest night come upon you before you arrive at your journey's end, and then you will not reach it.

How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!

Es gibt Dinge im Leben, um die man kämpfen muss, weil die Zeit, die dafür bleibt, manchmal kürzer ist, als wir glauben.

Silence before being born, silence after death: life is nothing but noise between two unfathomable silences.

When love exists, nothing else matters, not life's predicaments, not the fury of the years, not a physical winding down or scarcity of opportunity.

El pasado y el futuro eran parte de la misma cosa y la realidad del presente era un caleidoscopio de espejos desordenados, donde todo podía ocurrir.

So when I let my head fall back under Sarah's kiss, the frenzy I trembled at just wasn't there. Instead, comfort and joy and simplicity and order and answers to questions I'd always supposed unanswerable, such as, why was I born? why a woman? why here? why now? A wonderful glowing spacious peacefulness came to us. There was so much time.

It is indeed ironic that we spend our school days yearning to graduate and our remaining days waxing nostalgic about our school days.

There are some people who say they're able to 'compartmentalize' things, as though it is possible to put negative or distressing thoughts into neat mental drawers to be taken out only at a psychologically convenient time. It's a beguiling idea, but I've never bought it. In my experience, sadness and regret seek into one's consciousness willy-nilly, or they suddenly leap out at you with a snarl. The only real remedy is time…

El mundo se dirige hacia la tumba como la noche hacia el alba.

History, only history, only the sum of the concrete events in time and space – the sum of the actual experience of actual men and women in their relation to one another and to an actual three-dimensional, empirically experienced, physical environment – this alone contained the truth, the material out of which genuine answers – answers needing for their apprehension no special sense or faculties which normal human beings did not possess – might be constructed.

My childhood had gone by without my knowing, and it seemed as if my heart had frozen.

Time is a pendulum. Not a river. More akin to what goes around comes around.

I lodhur nga medyshjet e linte nganjehere veten te binte ne enderrime pa kuptim. Mendonte se sa mire do te ishte sikur pas shtatorit, te vinte jo tetori me nentorin, por korriku me gushtin. Enderronte nje ere te marre qe te mund te ngaterronte muajt e stinet e vitit, ashtu si era e vjeshtes gjethet e thara.

The days were heavy and sticky. All identical, one the same as the other. Soon they would even get rid of their one remaining distinction, the shell of their names: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday.

whole time. Partway through the night he began to keep so ostentatiously

Had not the jutting bones of the world survived a thousand aeons of human life? Could anything I or any human do really matter in the face of that? [Chapter 35, page 510]

She's forgetting,' Ellen said to Jack, plumping herself down on a chair. 'All of her life is leaking out of her. Soon there will be nothing left.

To a quick question, give a slow answer.