Quotes About Time

I don't mean to brag, but I put together a puzzle in 1 day and the box said 2-4 years.

anachronisms.

I didn't mean to hurt you. -You shouldnae have been able to. She blinked at that, but knew what he meant. -I suppose not, no. we're still strangers. More or less. -Only in the measure of time could we consider ourselved that. (Graham & Katie) Some Like It Scot

It would take a lifetime to know everything about her, and he just happened to have one handy and available.

I'm just glad the jury is still not out where we're concerned. It feels like it took an awfully long time to find each other. And I don't want to waste any more of it." He leaned down and kissed her, lingering, and then continuing on a little longer. Then they were laughing and saying meaningless things and kissing, then laughing again

O tempora, o mores

time had been busy with the flesh around her eyes and under her chin.

he could just tabulate all the hours he'd spent talking about politics and politicians during his life and could pack them together like a snowball and somehow add them to his life, how much longer would he live? Even more interesting, how else might he have used that time? He could have learned another language; to knit and have made sweaters or long, uneven scarves for everyone. What colour Judo belt would he be entitled to wear by now?

Old books had always filled Brunetti with nostalgia for centuries in which he had not lived.

year advanced. But in these first weeks it fell only on the

come face to face with this reminder of what we all know and feel uncomfortable knowing: that life plugs along, no matter what happens to any of us. It puts one foot in front of the other, whistling a tune that is dreary or merry by turn, but it always puts one foot in front of the other and moves on.

Again, she put her face in her hands and wiped away the years, then let them return and looked at him.

Death made real time meaningless

momento mori

And so it went, the detritus of life ordered and sealed in boxes and nothing to be discarded if it might some time be used or needed again.

Any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness.

How quickly he fell; how soon it was over.

I suppose there is a certain crucial interval in everyone's life when character is fixed forever;

how strange to find that the present contained such a bright shard of the living past, damaged and eroded but not destroyed.

Somehow the present had shrunk into a smaller and much less interesting place.

Nihil sub sole novum, I thought as I walked back down the hall to my room. Any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness.

By contrast Hobie lived and wafted like some great sea mammal in his own mild atmosphere, the dark brown of tea stains and tobacco, where every clock in the house said something different and time didn't actually correspond to the standard measure but instead meandered along at its own sedate tick-tock, obeying the pace of his antique-crowded backwater, far from the factory-built, epoxy-glued version of the world.

You could study the connections for years and never work it out-it was all about things coming together,things falling apart,time warp, my mother standing out in front of the museum when time flickered and the light went funny, uncertainties hovering on the edge of a vast brightness. the stray chance that might, or might not, change everything.

Maybe good luck was like bad luck in that it took a while to sink in.