Quotes About Time

What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us are wrapped up in parentheses.

If you live long enough, Bill - it's a world of epilogues, Richard Abbott said.

in the hospital, Jenny Fields felt she was making up for lost time; she was discovering that people weren't much more mysterious, or much more attractive, than clams.

Sometimes it is the only worthwhile product you can salvage from a day: what you make to eat. With writing, I find, you can have all the right ingredients, give plenty of time and care, and still get nothing. Also true of love.

Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't.

but you live your life at the time you live it—you don't have much of an overview when what's happening to you is still happening.

We can afford the workers' compensation, Harry—he'll watch what he says the time next, won't he?" Nils would say. "The 'next time,' Nils," Grandpa Harry would gently correct his old friend.

Jenny felt that her education was merely a polite way to bide time, as if she were really a cow, being prepared only for the insertion of the device for artificial insemination. Her

The past is everlasting.

It sounds the same to me, Kid," Molly said. "The new lift takes you to the same old place. It's the same trip, just a faster ride—it's no more or less depressing than it ever was," she added.

You take every opportunity given you in this world, even if you have too many opportunities. One day the opportunities stop, you know?

You write about when it's safe for a widow to re-enter the world, but there is no such thing as a widow for one year. I will be a widow for the rest of my life!

Thirty today, I saw The trees flare briefly like The candles upon a cake As the sun went down the sky, A momentary flash, Yet there was time to wish Before the light could die, If I had known what to wish, As once I must have known, Bending above the clean, Candlelit tablecloth To blow them out with a breath.

Tobit—the one that goes, "That she and I may grow old together.

OH, PLANS, PLANS, PLANS—how we make plans into the future, as if the future will most certainly be there!

There are moments when time does stop. We must be alert enough to notice such moments.

Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,/And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan.... /These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown/Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.' I know you know what that means: you believe in God but I believe in 'Crass Casualty'—in chance, in luck. That's what I mean. You see? What good does it do to make whatever decision you're talking about? What good does courage do—when what happens next is up for grabs?

Na vida de um homem, seu tempo é apenas um momento... os sentidos, a luz mortiça de uma vela

Um epílogo, disfarçado de resumo do passado, é realmente uma forma de nos alertar sobre o futuro.

Quel ch'è più arduo ad accettarsi, riguardo al passare del tempo, è che le persone che un tempo contavano tanto per noi siano adesso chiuse fra due parentesi.

IF WE FIRST APPEAR IN THE PLEISTOCENE, I THINK THIS IS WHEN WE DISAPPEAR - I GUESS A MILLION YEARS OF MAN IS ENOUGH

Just be sure you talk to her, Jack. Ask her everything, while there's still time.

it is history that holds you accountable, and I've already expressed my opinion that Americans are not big on history. How many of them even remember their own, recent history? Was twenty years ago so long ago for Americans?

In the life of a man," wrote Marcus Aurelius, "his time is but a moment . . .