Quotes About Time

Whenever I have friends over, we end up eating and talking and losing track of time, and, once in a while, singing karaoke. It reminds me of the family meals we had in Russia, which always lasted a very long time. That's a tradition I miss.

Listen: You can't short-circuit the learning process. It takes time to get to the top, and that's good-because by the time you get there, you'll have learned what you need to know in order to stay there.

But I've learned that living in either the past or the future keeps me up in my head, out of reality, robbing me of the present.

Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don't notice it, but, out of the blue, it'll flare to life.

I have all these questions in my head. Like, Could we write? Before you go, could we do something? I mean, is this honestly the last time I see you? But I don't ask. Because Who knows? Instead I hug him. and I am hugged. Hard. And for a long time we stay that way. I feel his chin on my hair, the weight of his head on mine. I think, this is Jonathan. I know Jonathan. And he knows me.

life is made up of memories. That your memories are the story of your past." He kissed the side of her face. "Someday this will be part of our past, too. A memory we made together.

Got a lot to do this morning." "Like driving around St. Dennis filling bird feeders?" "Just these. Everyone else can fill their own.

Don't wish your life away. Time passes quickly enough." Another of her favorite expressions was "The older you get, the faster time flies." The truth of the latter has been made clearer to me with each passing year.

You lose a lot of time, hating people.

Nimiedades que servían para recordarle que antaño había existido el mundo exterior y que el presente era mucho más que el ayer y sus papeles amarillentos, su tinta parda y esos mapas que se desintegraban al desplegarlos.

Lou había acabado ejerciendo su profesión porque le encantaba leer. Cayó en la cuenta, mientras curioseaba por las grandes estanterías, de lo poco que leía ahora. Trabajaba sobre todo con papeles indescifrables y mapas sobrescritos. En lo que a libros concernía, solo se ocupaba de su exterior. Aquí tendría tiempo para leer

Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.

Az egyetlen, amire boldog figyelmem kiterjedt, az volt, hogy veled lehetek; egy pillanatra se jutott eszembe, hogy jöhet olyan id? is, amikor távol leszel t?lem.

Each moment is nightfall not spacious enough to contain all hope that there will be morning.

Every being is a clock of the universe.

Every existence is a bending in the space-time of general existence and can sometimes become so dense that it does not resonate with anything from outside.

Happiness and sadness – veils of conscience between the brims of soul, of soul between the brims of hope of time.

Life got ahead of me. I thought I would hurry up walking through this desert and I would await its arrival!

Reality is a puzzle revealing itself one portion at a time, always where the deepest shroud falls. Wanting to piece the clues together, you are only losing yourself in the maze.

The heart – a living clock that houses loved souls in nameless cities.

There is a time for the maturing of thoughts such as there is a time for the maturing of wheat, of wine, of stars…

To each soul its eternities and its voids.

We are born to experience blossoming, ripening and wasting.

If leadership is seeing the potential for a transcontinental railroad and lining up the resources to build it, management is getting the trains to run on time.