Quotes About Time

It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.

But remember, child, we may all have our own story and destiny, and sometimes our seemingly bad fortune, but we're all part of a greater story too. One that transcends the soil, the wind, time... even our own tears. Greater stories will have their way.

This world, it breathes you in, sniffs, it knows you, and then it breathes you out again, shares you. You're not contained here in this single place alone. The wind, time, it circles, repeats, teaches, reveals, some swaths cutting deeper than others. The universe knows. The universe has a long memory.

Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?

and time becomes a forgotten detail.

I know you have the patience of a rapidly decomposing turd.

Father says it will come in time. "Time heals," he says. I don't tell him that I don't know what time is.

For with but one generation, History and truth are lost forever.

Do not pass a rose without stopping to smell it. It is a gift that may not always be there.

Seconds could change everything. Seconds could erase one path and send you reeling down another.

Memories are short. It is the forgetting that I fear.

The wind, time, They circle, repeat, Teaching us to be every watchful, For freedoms are never won, Once and for all, But must be won over and over again. - Song of Jezelia

On a small planet where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening orderly beat-sometimes the order is disturbed by a dreamer, and artist, a scribbler-sometimes the beat is changed by one person at a time.

I picked the Scholar's or the Chancellor's doors or—especially fun for me—the Timekeeper's, resetting his clock and timepieces? That had especially angered my father, but I'd only done it hoping it would create an extra hour in his day for me.

I didn't have the luxury of living only in a single moment. I had to live in a hundred fractured moments that held our futures in the balance.

I can't promise any tomorrows

I finally understood that history wasn't just written on walls and in books but made in a thousand daily decisions, and some of them went wrong, some went right, and some decisions just had to be made because time was running out. Waiting for someone else to write your history was no way to live. Sometimes it was only a certain way to die.

Where's Priya?" I asked. "She's coming. Unsaddling the horses. She lost the bet." "Bet?" I said. "Who would take down the first soldier." "You had time for bets?" my mother snapped.

We're all part of a greater story too... one that transcends wind, time... even our own tears.

And today, like each time they have landed on my hand for the past two hundred years, I wonder at the weight of a sparrow.

Memories are short. It is the forgetting I fear.

She never promised me tomorrows, and now I knew why.

I closed my eyes against the thought, knowing that soon the day would cleave in two, forever creating the before and after of my life, and it would happen in one swift act that I could no more alter than the color of my eyes.

He died the way all men die, one breath at a time.