Quotes About Time

The manager needs to be given the opportunity to get on with his job and be given that time that he needs.

Young English managers don't get enough time, young black managers aren't given enough time, there are a lot of reasons why.

Allegri is very good at managing the locker room in the most difficult moments of a season, to make the team understand how to manage the time of a match.

Mandela Day' was done in half-an-hour.

I lived at the greatest time in the history of mankind to be a musician.

I wrote 'All is Lost' while editing 'Margin Call'. I did that long before I knew if I was ever going to get to make another movie.

The markets are efficient over time.

In life, things do not always stay the same. There are certain alchemies that marry together at particular moments in particular places with particular people.

that was the difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

To see the years touch ye gives me joy, he whispered, for it means that ye live.

Cliff swallows come back to Capistrano Mid-March. It takes them 3 weeks to fly 7,000 miles from Goya, Argentina.

People are wrong when they say things like, "I didn't have time to think." If you're really worried, or really miserable, those feelings come welling up around the edges of the other things you're doing, so that you are in the feelings even when you're working hard at something else.

Sophie got out the modish black-and-white, which was the only hat even remotely likely to interest this lady. The lady looked at it with contempt. "This one doesn't do anything for anybody. You're wasting my time, Miss Hatter." "Only because you came in and asked for hats," Sophie said.

This wood," Yam told him, "is like human memory. It does not need to take events in their correct order. Do you wish to go to an earlier time and start from there?" "Would I understand more if I did?" Hume asked. "You might," said Yam. "Both of us might." "Then it's worth a try," Hume agreed. They went together down the left-hand fork.

You're still here, he said. Is something the matter? Sophie sniffed. I'm old, she began. But it was just as the Witch had said and the fire demon had guessed. Michael said cheerfully, Well, it comes to us all in time. Would you like some breakfast?

You can't alter the past. The only thing you can alter is the future. People write stories pretending you can alter the past, but it can't be done. All you can do to the past is remember it wrong or interpret it differently, and that's no good to us.

Dead? said Sophie. She had a silly impulse to add, But she was alive an hour ago! And she stopped herself, because death is like that: people are alive until they die.

Sophie lut: « Va prendre l'étoile tombée Et fais enfanter la mandragore, cette racine pure. Dis-moi où sont donc les années écoulées Ou qui du diable le sabot fend. Apprends-moi à entendre des sirènes le chant Ou à retenir de l'envie les morsures Et trouve céans Quel bon vent Permet à l'esprit honnête d'aller de l'avant. Décide de ce qu'il en est Et le second couplet toi-mémé écriras. »

If it had not been time to get up, he would have gone straight back to the beginning and started reading the book again.

In fact, I had time to be maddened by Christopher generally. He would keep calling me Grant in that superior way, and there were times when I wanted to hit him for it, or shout that it was only my alias, or - anyway he really annoyed me. Then he would say something that doubled me up with laughter and I discovered I liked him again. It was truly confusing.

We tend to think of memories as monuments we once forged and may find intact beneath the weedy growth of years. But, in a real sense, memories are tied to and describe the present. Formed in an idiosyncratic way when they happened, they're also true to the moment of recall, including how you feel, all you've experienced, and new values, passions, and vulnerability. One never steps into the same stream of consciousness twice.

Our days flowed around well-charted, often traveled courses, and yet, the underlying sense of falling out of time, out of the trajectory of one's life, not by choice, but by subtraction, was frequent and disquieting. Then I grieved for him, for the lost and previous Paul. He grieved for that man too. Both our griefs were mainly private, internal, unuttered. Return was impossible, and there was only one direction open ; and so we kept our compass pointed forward. [p. 286]

Five weeks in the hospital fled as if down a sinkhole into the middle of the earth. ... Can waiting by definition slow, flash by? ... Time becomes even more elastic than usual--minutes can stretch for ages and days suddenly snap together. [p. 97]

Without memories we wouldn't know who we are, how we once were, who we'd like to be in the memorable future. We are the sum of our memories.