Quotes About Time

Je lui dirais que certaines personnes sont comme des constellations qui ne touchent la terre que l'espace d'une saison.

True. 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." He spread his broad hands. "We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory.

The tears of those of naiad blood can flow for eternity, and I thought it might take an eternity to speak all my grief.

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.

Have you no more memories?'

Diría que algunas personas son como las constelaciones, que solo tocan la Tierra durante una Temporada

I would have just enough time for a single cup of coffee (but nothing else—if our forefathers had intended for breakfast to appeal to the masses, they would have scheduled it at a more respectable hour)

Time flows through the ages like an endless river, never exhausting itself.

In the blink of an eye everything can change! Why waste time??

Any time you got nothing to do - and lots of time to do it - come on up.

You're never too old to become younger.

You are never too old to become younger!

Women like a man with a past, but they prefer a man with a present.

If I had known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself.

She put her head down on the table and cried all the tears that she knew she should have cried in the past year and a half. But they weren't ready then, they were now.

If you had your time all over again....? She was keen to know. You can't rewrite history. I have no idea what I'd do.

Next winter and next winter and next winter. In the mind they passed all slowly, like clouds across a summer sky, but a sudden call or turn of the head and they disappeared in a rush, shuttling quickly one after the last till nothing was left but a strangeness in the mind, a drop of thought that trembled and was gone, perhaps.

All we have to face in the future is what has happened in the past. It is unbearable.

Childhood is not a race to see how quickly a child can read, write and count. It is a small window of time to learn and develop at the pace that is right for each individual child. Earlier is not better

Instead of a last-gasp sprint, death can be a marathon.

A play is much easier to maintain your personal life with because if you're rehearsing, you're working like from 11 to 6 or 11 to 5 and you get to have your whole morning and your whole evening. When you're doing the play, you have all day.

I know we're still here, who knows for how long, ablaze with our care, its ongoing song.

WHAT IT IS It is what it is. But what is it? What it is— Some soft tautology whose terms are touch Time to give, time to give it up.

I suppose it is possible that one day we will meet again and it will feel as if nothing ever happened between us.