Quotes About Time

To choose is to age." Who said that? Who cares? I pictured myself taking a right, then a left, then a right again.

Nothing is made by men but makes, in the end, good ruins.

The years are long, and full of sharp, wearing days That wear out what we are and what we have been And change us into people we do not know, Living among strangers.

Oh, it's a long, long while From May to December, But the days grow short, When you reach September.

Oh, the days dwindle downTo a precious few…And these few precious daysI'll spend with you.

Time is but a phantom dagger That motion lifts to slay itself.

Let us never know what old age is. Let us know the happiness time brings and not count the years.

It is harder for women, perhaps to be 'one-pointed,' much harder for them to clear space around whatever it is they want to do beyond household chores and family life. Their lives are fragmented... the cry not so much for a 'a room of one's own' as time of one's own. Conflict become acute, whatever it may be about, when there is no margin left on any day in which to try at least to resolve it.

Routine is not a prison, but the way to freedom from time.

Youth is given. One must put it awaylike a doll in a closet,take it out and play with it onlyon holidays.How to Be Old [1963]

The summer that I was ten–Can it be there was only onesummer that I was ten?The Centaur [1958]

It's funny, as you live through something you're not aware of it.

We all know one day we will die but don't know the exact date, we don't know that fucking exact date, say what you want to say to everyone who loves you or you love because we don't know the exact date."

Vivre (tel que je l'entends) c'est exister dans une certaine conception du temps. Mais se rappeler c'est se défaire de la notion du temps. Chaque souvenir, aussi lointain soit-il, a lieu "maintenant", au moment où il apparaît dans l'esprit. Plus on se souvient d'une chose, plus le cerveau a la possibilité d'affiner l'expérience originale, car un souvenir ne se visionne pas, il se recrée.

Trebalo bi ubijati prošlost sa svakim danom što se ugasi. Izbrisati je da ne postoji, da ne boli. Lakše bi se podnosio dan što traje, ne bi se merio onim što više ne postoji. Ovako se mešaju utvare i život, pa nema ni ?istog se?anja, ni ?istog života.

Boj se ovna, boj se govna, a kada ?u živjeti?

Živimo na zemlji samo jedan dan ili manje. Daj mi snage da oprostim. Jer ko oprosti on je najve?i. A znam zaboraviti ne mogu.

Nikad ?ovjek ne smije misliti da je siguran, ni da je umrlo što je prošlo.

Bismilahir-rahmanir-rahim! I call to witness the ink, the quill, and the script, which flows from the quill; I call to witness the faltering shadows of the sinking evening, the night and all she enlivens; I call to witness the moon when she waxes, and the sunrise when it dawns. I call to witness the Resurrection Day and the soul that accuses itself; I call to witness time, the beginning and end of all things - to witness that every man always suffers loss.

Ve? dugo se u meni miješa vrijeme i prostor, pa ne znam gdje sam, ni kad se to desilo što mislim. Ne postoje granice, kao u pustinji, kao na nebu, i sje?anja mirno prelaze, smještaju?i se ondje gdje im je zgodnije. Li?e na oblake, svejedno im je gdje su, svejedno im je kad nastanu i kad nestanu. To mi ne smeta, ?ak je ugodno: ne osje?am potrebu da išta razrješavam.

Vrijeme nije samo proticanje, ve? i prisustvo. Vidljivi trag ne?ije ruke što je davno zapisala neravne redove, prkosi smrti, a rije?i i njihov smisao žive neprekidno, kao izvor koji ne presušuje, kao svjetlo koje se ne gasi.

I swear on time, which is the beginning and the end of everything, that everybody is always at lost...

When I came back, they gave me blank looks. Some said, 'I don't think I've seen you for days.' Some not even that. And I'd been away for ten years!

Bismilahir-rehmanir-rahim I call to witness the ink, the quill, and the script, which flows from the quill; I call to witness the faltering shadows of the sinking evening, the night and all she enlivens; I call to witness the moon when she waxes, and the sunrise when it dawns. I call to witness the Resurrection Day and the soul that accuses itself; I call to witness time, the beginning and end of all things - to witness that every man always suffers loss.