Quotes About Time

We can never know the exact moment when someone will leave our lives forever. How many times had I bargained with the gods for one more day, one hour, just one minute. Was that too much to ask? One minute to say the unsaid things that were still trapped inside me. Or maybe I only wanted one more minute to say a real good-bye.

Knowing that soon the day would cleave in two, forever creating the before and the after of my life.

The wind, time, it circles, repeats, some swaths cutting deeper than others.

Gather close, my brothers and sisters. We have touched the stars, And the dust of possibility is ours. But the work is never over. Time circles. Repeats. We must ever be watchful. Though the Dragon rests for now, He will wake again And roam the earth, His belly ripe with hunger. And so shall it be, For evermore.

Because if I could believe in tomorrow or the next day, maybe that would give the magic time to come true.

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." She

We're all going to die.

And I knew patience was the dividing line between success and failure.

Write it down, before you forget. And each day we do. But we can only write about Now. Before is already gone, except for the nightmares.

I sat there for minutes, seasons, years, the wind becoming winter against my skin, the day becoming night, then blinding again, harsh with detail. I closed my eyes, but the details still shone bright and demanding behind my lids, replacing a lifetime of memories with a single bloody image of Walther, and then, mercifully, the image faded, everything faded, leaving only dull, numbing gray.

Some things last." I faced him. "Really? And just what would that be?" "The things that matter." (Pg 126-127)

Maybe 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.

The widower only sighed and puffed his cigar fiercely out of the open window. Perhaps he was thinking of that far-away time—little better than five years ago, in fact; but such an age gone by to him—when he first met the woman for whom he had worn crape round his hat three days before.

Time flies whether you are having fun or not.

know my little request, with the sweet end of time held in my mouth the heartbeat slows under the skin of the world cut and changed forever

Words will never oxidize

Grandchildren are God's way of compensating us for growing old.

but he didn't kid himself. Seventeen years was too long

The past has its own plans. And more often than not, the past finds a way into the here and now.

It had always been like this, even when she was a child. And now, fifty-five years old, happily married for thirty-two years, with one child, beautiful and gifted nineteen-year-old Susan, Rosemary could not be anything but a constant worrier, a living Cassandra. Something is going to go wrong.

is a series of minutes, gathered into hours, twisted into days, braided into months, and coiled into years. Never

At the end of my time on earth, I will reflect on my life: my trials and my accomplishments. The most precious memories of my life will play out before my eyes. I will think of my family, and my memory of love will be of them.

I barely have time for my own children. To adopt more children and not have time for them, that would be poor parenting on my part.

I wish I had an extra day with my mom sometimes. Or another hour in the day with my family, husband and children.