Quotes About Time

And you think that no one but me can kill Hector.' 'Yes.' I said. 'And you think to steal time from the Fates?' 'Yes.' 'Ah.' A sly smile spread across his face; he had always loved defiance. 'Well, why should I kill him? He's done nothing to me.' For the first time then, I felt a kind of hope.

Father, are we late enough to kill astronomers?

The beach ebbed and flowed, its curves changing with every winter season. Even the cliffs were different, carved by the rain and wind, by the claws of countless scrabbling lizards, by the seeds that stuck and sprouted in their cracks. Everything was united by the steady rise and fall of nature's breath. Everything except for me.

Tears came, and fell. Above us, the constellations spun, and the moon paced her weary course.

How long would I cling to that handful of minutes, trying to cover myself as if with some threadbare blanket?

But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another... We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows? Perhaps one day I will be famous. Perhaps more famous than you... We are men only. A brief flare of the torch. Those to come may raise us or lower us as they please.

And you think to steal time from the Fates?" "Yes." "Ah." A sly smile spread across his face; he had always loved defiance. "Well, why should I kill him? He's done nothing to me." For the first time then, I felt a kind of hope.

I could have sat and worked awhile, but the change of hands would show in the cloth.

Living with him was like standing beside the sea. Each day a different color,

I fear I have robbed them not only of their youth but their age as well.

He had only one life. That was a basic and relentless fact. An eternity of 'something or other' lay behind him, and an equally obscure eternity of 'something or other' lay in front of him.

There are times in life, little lady, he said, when we can only listen to the ticking of the clock of fate and wait for what is destined to happen. This is one of those times.

The universe is Time's body.

Stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories.

The better you tell an old story, the more you are talking about right now.

There are only certain intervals of time when life of any sort is possible in an expanding universe and we can practise astronomy only during that habitable time interval in cosmic history.

He thought, as the locked truck slid and hit: Too much time staring at the pretty girl, Cherrik. Too much dreaming. Too old, Cherrik. Too damn old.

Nothing goes on forever. And if you stay patient, problems tend to go away in time.

Victims, he thought, were birds and animals and people who arrived at the wrong place at the wrong time, usually in too big a hurry.

You can be with a person for three hours of your life and have a friend. Another one will remain an acquaintance for thirty years.

The sun was visible from Florida, but it hadn't gotten to me.

The rain had washed the sunset time to a lambent beauty.

Today, my friends, we each have one day less, every one of us. And joy is the only thing that slows the clock.

All the bright people, stopped in the midst of life, looking with forced smile into the lenses, then to be filed away, their colors fading as the years pass, caught there in slide trays, stack loads, view cubes, until one day the camera person dies and the grandchild says, "Mom, I don't know any of these people. Or where these were taken even. There are jillions of them here in this big box and more in the closet. What will I do with them anyway?" "Throw them out, dear.