Quotes About Time

to own only a little talent . . . was an awful, plaguing thing . . . being only a little special meant you expected too much, most of the time. —Mary Robison, "Yours

The more you were not with a person, the more your lives diverged.

It's weird," she said, "the way sometimes you're in your life, but other times you're looking back at it like a spectator. It kind of goes back and forth, back and forth." "And then you die." She laughed a little. "Yes. And then you die.

the Olympian vantage point that time provides:

know you have other things to think about, other people who want your time, which I know you probably have to dole out really, really carefully, preserving yourself. Self-preservation is as important as generosity.

to own only a little talent . . . was an awful, plaguing thing . . . being only a little special meant you expected too much, most of the time.

when you're young, you don't really believe you'll ever be anything other than young.

She had gotten an old cassette of the music that day from the school library, which still carried a small and arbitrary assortment located in a drawer in the back marked CASSETTES—which at this point in time might have been marked SCRIMSHAW.

What you knew, felt and wanted now, and the way you could love now, had a long valley of seriousness running through it that had always perhaps been there, though to a lesser extent.

But the truth is, you can rarely undo things. This is what you realize after one of your parents dies.

never replied to forevers. Life was long, and full of surprises.

That was what gymnastics did, though. It aged girls and kept them young forever at the same time. And

Maybe the ending was the best part - the only time you saw the beauty in it all.

like my own granddad used to say, if you get down to the nub of it, people don't change. That's not true, Katie thought. Not at all. Everyone changed, all the time. That was what was so hard.

People forget that old women were young once, but d'you think we old women forget? In my heart, I'm still thirty.

We have always found your mortal insistence on certainties strange. Nothing is as clear as you wish it to be. You have walked your path blindly until now. Time to open your eyes.

Some memories fade to tender nostalgia, and some fade altogether,

The past doesn't change no matter how much time you spend thinking about it. Good and bad all add up to the whole. Take away one piece, no matter how small, and the whole changes. Whether it's optimism, pessimism or fatalism, I don't spend my time wishing for the past to be different so present would be different, too. I control my future with what I choose now.

There are many things I don't know, but quite a few I do. I know you can't be lost if you know where you are. I know that life is full of precious and fragile things, and not all of them are pretty. I know that the sun follows the moon and makes days, one after another. Time passes. The world turns, and we turn with it, and though we can never go back to the beginning, sometimes, we can start again.

Love is always real, even when it doesn't last.

Te he visto una vez al mes durante dos años, y no era el único que contaba historias; lo único que pasa es que era el que usaba más palabras

Time has that funny way of smoothing out the rough edges of things, even ones that hurt a little bit. Or a lot.

We're all dying from the moment we're born. That's all we do our entire lives, is die.

The past doesn't change no matter how much time you spend thinking about it. Good and bad all add up to the whole. Take away one piece, no matter how small, and the whole changes. Whether it's optimism, pessimism or fatalism, I don't spend my time wishing for the past to be different so the present would be different, too. I control my future with what I choose now. I'm the only one who does.