Quotes About Time

The memories we take to the ends of our lives have no real rhyme or reason, especially when you think of the endless things that you do over the course of a day, a week , a month, a year, a lifetime. All the cups of coffee, hand-washings, changes of clothes, lunches, goings to the bathroom, headaches, naps, walks to school, trips to the grocery store, conversations about the weather ---all the things so unimportant that they should be immediately forgotten. Yet they aren't

Wherever your life ends, it is all there. The advantage of living is not measured by length, but by use; some men have lived long, and lived little; attend to it while you are in it. It lies in your will, not in the number of years, for you to have lived enough.

Live as long as you please, you will strike nothing off the time you will have to spend dead.

Every one rushes elsewhere and into the future, because no one wants to face one's own inner self.

The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them... Whether you find satisfaction in life depends not on your tale of years, but on your will.

Age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the face.

There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.

The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that's always been there, and the next minute it's just a memory.

The past was dwindling, like something shrinking to a speck in the rear-view mirror, and the future was shining through the windscreen, demanding her full attention.

o espaço nunca é tão urbanizado que não se acabe por descobrir um local imprevisto onde o tempo se liberta dos constrangimentos normais

The story of a life can be as long or as short as the teller wishes. Whether the life is tragic or enlightened, the classic gravestone inscription marking simply the dates of birth and death has, in its brevity, much to recommend it.

My life, my life, my very old one My first badly healed desire, My first crippled love, You had to return. It was necessary to know What is best in our lives, When two bodies play at happiness, Unite, reborn without end. Entered into complete dependency, I know the trembling of being, The hesitation to disappear, Sunlight upon the forest's edge And love, where all is easy, Where all is given in the instant; There exists in the midst of time The possibility of an island.

O kadar az yaÅŸad?m ki sanki hiç ölmeyecekmiÅŸim gibi düÅŸünme eÄŸilimindeyim; insan hayat?n?n bu kadarc?k bir ÅŸeye indirgenmesi gerçek olamazm?? gibi geliyor bana; elinizde olmadan, er ya da geç bir ÅŸey olacak diye hayal ediyorsunuz. Büyük hata. Bir hayat pekâlâ da boÅŸ ve k?sa olabilir. Günler ne bir iz ne bir an? b?rakmadan sefil bir ÅŸekilde ak?p gider; ve sonra bir anda duruverir.

All in all, I was harking back to the Ancient Greeks. When you get old, you always hark back to the Ancient Greeks.

it isn't the future but past that kills you, that comes back to torment and undermine you, and effectively ends up killing you.

While I was waiting to die, I still had the Journal of Nineteenth-Century Studies.

Life begins at fifty, that's true, inasmuch as it ends at forty.

We feel nostalgia for a place simply because we've lived there; whether we lived well or badly scarcely matters. The past is always beautiful. So, for that matter, is the future. Only the present hurts, and we carry it around like an abscess of suffering, our companion between two infinities of happiness and peace.

In that time he had managed to write books that made me consider him a friend more than a hundred years later.

A life lived in pursuit of a goal leaves little time for reminiscence.

We feel nostalgia for a place simply because we've lived there; whether we lived well or badly scarcely matters. The past is always beautiful. So, for that matter, is the future. Only the present hurts, and we carry it around like an abscess of suffering, our companion between two infinities of happiness and peace. Gradually

De eeuwigheid van de kindertijd is een korte eeuwigheid, maar dat weet hij nog niet; het landschap glijdt voorbij.

Olvidamos ciertas cosas, las olvidamos de verdad; nos equivocamos de medio a medio suponiendo que todo se conserva en el santuario de la memoria; algunos acontecimientos, incluso diría que la mayoría, se borran por completo, no queda la menor huella, y es exactamente como si nunca hubieran ocurrido.

He does not know it yet, but the infinity of childhood is a brief one.