Quotes About Time

Coming back again to the investment bank world, they have meetings and all sorts of stuff going on that suck up time. Traders would all complain about the waste of time, but what it actually meant was that it limited the amount of time they were in front of their screens staring at their positions. You don't want to be sitting in front of your screen and staring at market prices for 12 hours a day. Staring at the price is not going to tell you very much.

Tell him he can have my title, but I want it back in the morning.

Maybe I live in what is for me the wrong time.

As Einstein himself pointed out. He said we're like people in a boat without oars drifting along a winding river. Around us we see only the present. We can't see the past, back in the bends and curves behind us. But it's there.

Anyway, there's a time and place for everything, and while this may have been the place, it wasn't the time.

Labor-saving technology was supposed to give us more leisure time, but a greater percentage of our waking hours is spent in work or work-related tasks than ever before, as we spin like squirrels in exercise cages, desperate to keep current with change and therefore employable.

It was an ordinary day, a Friday, twenty minutes til lunchtime, five hours til quitting time and the weekend, ten months til vacation, thirty-seven years til retirement. Then the phone rang.

You'll see...Everyone foolishly goes through hating their past—when they should realize it is the one true thing you have.

When I was first getting to know her we were in a viewing room at the funeral parlor looking at a new line of cigar-shaped caskets that were called "Time Capsules of the Future.

Michiko Nogami (1946—1982)" Is she more apparent because she is not anymore forever? Is her whiteness more white because she was the color of pale honey? A smokestack making the sky more visible. A dead woman filling the whole world. Michiko said, "The roses you gave me kept me awake with the sound of their petals falling.

searches out what is beyond pleasure, is outside process. Not the passion so much as what the fervor can be an ingress to. Poetry fishes us to find a world part by part, as the photograph interrupts the flux to give us time to see each thing separate and enough. The poem chooses part of our endless flowing forward to know its merit with attention.

We look up at the stars and they are not there. We see the memory of when they were, once upon a time. And that too is more than enough.

Although a Major League Baseball game lasts for around three hours, there is only around fifteen minutes of actual playing time.

with the message 'I shall never henceforward

The worse the country, the more tortured it is by water and wind, the more broken and carved, the more it attracts fossil hunters, who depend on the planet to open itself to us. We can only scratch away at what natural forces have brought to the surface.

In times like these And times like those What will be will be And so it goes

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

It was a time when even the guilty displayed a rare innocence. In

Love in the past is a memory. Love in the future is a fantasy. To be really alive, love – or any other experience – must take place in the present.

The present moment is really all that we have. The only place you can really love another person is in the present.

The only way to live is by accepting each minute as an unrepeatable miracle.

When we ask it about our current path, we must look at the values we have chosen to live by. Where do we put our time, our strength, our creativity, our love? We must look at our life without sentimentality, exaggeration, or idealism. Does what we are choosing reflect what we most deeply value?

If this day in the lifetime of a hundred years is lost, will you ever touch it with your hands again? The