Quotes About Time

Survival is never more than putting off the moment of death.

Perhaps you never have time when are you alive? You only acquire it by watching it go by in others.

He saw the statue - she shrank back as he hurried forward. And then he realized it wasn't her. Rose was taken aback. She hadn't known - how could she know - what her disappearence had done to him. This Doctor had a look of such despair in his eyes that her heart almost stopped in pity. She wanted more than anything else to go to him, tell him that everything was going to be alright. But... what with possibly ripping time and space apart, that was probably a bad idea.

Time is, to put it in its most impressive and some might say poncy-sounding form, my domain. I can see things that once happened, even if they haven't happened any more. Well, if I concentrate. The new reality-the real reality- keeps asserting itself, even with me. But the other time line leaves echoes, ripples, if you look hard enough.

It was that depressing time in the early morning where the only people about were milkmen, police officers- and time travellers.

People parted, years passed, they met again- and the meeting proved no reunion, offered no warm memories, only the acid knowledge that time had passed and things weren't as bright or attractive as they had been.

Yes, there's one thing I do want. I want to be aware of the minutes and the seconds, and to make each one count.

when you're young you think you'll always be young. Then one day you suddenly wake up and you're over fifty. And the names in the obituary columns are no longer anonymous old people. They're your contemporaries and friends.

There's one thing I do want. I want to be aware of the minutes and the seconds, and to make each one count . . . You realize that time is the most precious thing. Because time is life. It's the only thing you can never get back.

And suddenly you recall all the senseless time-wasting things you've done . . . the wasted minutes you'll never recover. And you realize that time is the most precious thing. Because time is life. It's the only thing you can never get

if the way ahead is not clear, time is often the best editor of one's intentions.

This is how the time moves - an hour here, a day somewhere, and then it's night and then it's morning. A clock ticking on a shelf. A small child running to school, a father coming home. Time moves over us and past us, and the feeling of lips pressed against lips fades into memory. A picture yellows at its edges. A phone rings in an empty room.

Something about memory. It takes you back to where you were and lets you just be there for a time.

Age will do that to you. Soon as something starts coming to your mind, it snatches it back. Makes you forget the stuff you want to remember. Brings back the memories you're busy trying to forget.

I was eleven, the idea of two identical digits in my age still new and spectacular and heartbreaking. The girls must have felt this. They must have known. Where had ten, nine, eight, and seven gone?

Fast nights make long days

No past. No future. Just this perfect Now.

In your life, if you're lucky enough, you are born during a moment in time when the world is ready for the change you're bringing.

It seemed like someone was always leaving someone, like that's the way the world worked—people were born and people died, people left and people came. It was like the world was saying you can't have everything you want at the same time.

what is bad won't be bad forever, and what is good can sometimes last a long, long time.

Everything and everyone seemed like it was part of a long-ago time—when I was young and free and living.

That's good. Always take the time. You really never know when you're not going to have it anymore.

The empty swing set reminds us of this— that what is bad won't be bad forever, and what is good can sometimes last a long, long time.

Ms. Johnson says each day holds its own memory - its own moments that we can write about later. She says we should always look for the moments and some of them might be perfect, filled with light and hope and laughter. Moments that stay with us forever and ever.