Quotes About Time

The act of forgiveness is the act of returning to present time. And that's why when one has become a forgiving person, and has managed to let go of the past, what they've really done is they've shifted their relationship with time.

It's time let go of the past and embrace all that awaits you. Make your present moment the most precious. Value your time, time will make you valuable.

Life is divided into three terms-that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better for the future.

I woke up this morning with some music in my head. Songs that sing of being alive and find the way to spend my time without spending a dime. So I gather the rest of my change, I put it in a jar to save up for all of the things that I know I can't buy with just my heart.

The world is beautiful. Even if you're full of tears and sadness, open your eyes. Do what you want to do. Be what you want to be. Find friends. Don't be in a hurry to grow up. Take your time.

In the stories, the gods have the power to delay the moon's course if they wish, to spin a single night the length of many.

He had more stories of his son from a single year, I thought, than my father had of me in all eternity.

Divine days fall like water from a cataract, and I had not learned yet the mortal trick of counting them.

When I was young, I overheard our palace surgeon. He said that the medicines he gave out were only for show. Most hurts heal by themselves, he said, if you give them time. It was the sort of secret I loved to discover,

Seit Hunderten von Generationen war ich nun schon auf der Erde - und war doch immer noch ein Kind.

It was a strange time. Over us, every second, hung the terror of Schilles' destiny, while the murmurs of war among the gods grew louder. But even I could not fill each minute with fear. I have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it-in such a way did I learn to live beside the rushing torrent of his doom. The days passed, and he lived. The months passed, and I could go a whole day without looking over the precipice of his death. The miracle of a year, then two.

Every day makes me old," she said. "I do not have your years to waste. As for that safety, I do not want it. It is only more chains. Let them come at me if they dare.

Such patience mortals must have, I thought, to drag themselves through it hour after hour.

And then I remembered, he will never be old.

They have wrinkles, but no wisdom. I took them to war before they could do any of those things that steady a man. They were unmarried when they left. They had no children. They had no years of lean harvest, when they must scrape the bottom of their stores, and no good years either, that they might learn to save. They have not seen their parents grow old and begin to fail. They have not seen them die. I fear I have robbed them not only of their youth but their age as well.

Another moon passed, and somewhere in those months was the last time he ever screamed. I wish I could remember when it was. No, I wish rather I could have told myself when it would come, so all those hopeless days I could have looked to its horizon.

The thread will run smooth, whether you choose it or not. I tell you as a friend, it is better to seek it on your own terms, to make it go at your pace, than theirs.

days slipping by in idyll.

Transcurrieron las horas. A la luz de la luna, apenas podía distinguir el semblante perfecto de Aquiles al otro lado de la habitación. Tenía los labios entreabiertos y un brazo puesto con descuido encima de la cabeza. Dormido bajo aquella luminosidad tan tenue parecía diferente: hermoso pero frío. Me descubrí deseando que despertara para de ese modo poder contemplar cómo revivía.

I think we must leave very soon, or else stay the winter." The window was open; the breeze passed over us. It was a trick of his, to set a sentence out like a plate on a table and see what you would put on it.

Me tendí de espaldas e intenté no pensar en el paso de los minutos. En el día de ayer los teníamos en abundancia y ahora cada uno era como una gota de sangre perdida.

Plus tard , Achille dort à côté de moi. L'orage annoncé par Ulysse est arrivé, et le tissu rugueux de la tente tremble sous sa force. j'entends les vagues cinglantes gifler la grève , comme un reproche. Achille remue, et l'air remue avec lui, répandant la douce odeur musquée de son corps. Je pense que c'est ce qui va me manquer. Je pense que je me tuerai plutôt que de vivre ce manque et je me demande combien de temps il nous reste.

Adesso ogni minuto era una goccia di sangue e amore che andava persa.

For me these four years had been an abundance, time that had been wrested from the hands of the miserly fates. But for them it was a life stolen: from children and wives, from family and home.