Quotes About Time

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

Unlike Elise, who could discover parts of a person they didn't even know were absent, you specialized in tangible, but that, I feared, was only a matter of time.

I knew that all the attributes he was teased for, at age five, were going to work in his favor by the time he was thirty-five…but I couldn't get him there overnight. You can't fast-forward your child's life, no matter how much you want to.

Las cosas existen mientras haya quien que las recuerde.

One day, you look in the mirror, and see gray hair. One day, you realize there is less of your life left than what you've already lived. And you think, How did this happen so fast? It was only yesterday when I was having my first legal drink, when I was diapering him, when I was young. When this realization hits, you start doing the math. How much time do I have left? How much can I fit into that small space? Some

And if you don't find what you're looking for? At Roy's question Addie looked up. Then all I've lost is time.

If only you could keep them that way: cast in amber, never growing up

Okay, but what if death wasn't the ending you've been told it is? What if time is like fabric, a bolt that's so long you can't see where it starts or it ends?" She pauses. "Maybe at the moment a person dies, that life gets compressed so small and dense it's like a pinprick in the cloth. It may be that at that point, you enter a new reality. A new stitch in time, basically.

If you travel in space for three years and come back, four hundred years will have passed on Earth. I am only an armchair astronomer, but I have the odd sense that I have returned from a journey to a world where nothing quite makes sense.

There are pictures of me, too, but not many. I go from infant to about ten years old in one fell swoop. Maybe it's because I was the third child, and they were sick and tired of keeping a catalog of life. Maybe it's because they forgot. It's nobody's fault, and it's not a big deal, but it's a little depressing all the same. A photo says, You were happy, and I wanted to catch that. A photo says, You were so important to me that i put down everything else to come watch.

Outside, the moon is a silver sliver. Every night, the shadow eats a slice of it, until it's nothing but this hollow rind. I feel the same way; with each day, I lose a little more of myself.

A song can last long after the events and people in it are dust and dreams and gone.

Even if we have grown so far apart that we don't recognize each other when we pass, we have this life, this block of time, and what do you think about that?

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

I got precious little time for you to belong to me. I'm gonna make sure it isn't any shorter than it has to be.

My mother nods toward Violet and her little friend, sprinkling grass over their mud pies. "This has been going on so much longer than either of us, Kennedy. From where you stepped in, in your life, it looks like we've got miles to go. But me?" She smiles in the direction of the girls. "I look at that, and I guess I'm amazed at how far we've come." —

If you knew you were going to die, wasn't it better to choose the time and place, instead of waiting for fate to drop on you like an anvil?

So what if we would have forfeited money on a vacation? In the grand scheme of things, losing dollars is nothing compared to losing time.

It's been a long time, I reply, when what I really want to do is ask her what she's been doing for the past fifteen years. If she still drinks tea with milk and lemon. If she's happy.

He's too busy living to talk about dying. -Cara

The age wasn't as important as the milestones.

I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end—they'd reach forever. •

As long as I remembered them, then they were still here.

The problem with marriage - or may be its strength - was that it spanned a distance, and you were never the same person you started out being. If you were lucky, you could still recognize each other years later.