Quotes About Time

Se sueltan las ataduras, la timidez, y articulo un discurso fluido y seguro. El tiempo vuela y ni me entero. Solo al final me doy cuenta de que estoy totalmente agotado por la enorme descarga de adrenalina que necesita mi tímido niño interior para soltarse.

and chicken bones for fossilized remains. A lifetime later I am building a world inside my head: I run down narrow staircases, dark halls and passageways, chased by the fear of forgetting. Inside a room is a diorama from deep time, when dinosaurs ruled the earth. In 1969, the year our mother's younger cousin, Philip, shipped out for Vietnam, and our father stopped sending us child support, I turned ten years

People do the same thing with problem partners. If you've waited a year for your partner to change, you're almost magically drawn into waiting another year. And then how can you not wait two more years after waiting the first two years?

It's sad and beautiful how a few hours can come to stand for the many others that never were. One looks back and holds up a handful of hours to prove, "That was what it was, it was so perfect," in spite of what one knows, in spite of all the other days that came before and after.

La vida pasa volando. Y si encuentras el amor, luchas por él.

No pierdas el tiempo teniendo miedo del amor.

Death doesn't frighten me, except to make me feel that life is ephemeral.

It was a real whale, a photograph of a real whale. I looked into its tiny wise eye and wondered where that eye was now. Was it alive and swimming, or had it died long ago, or was it dying now, right this second? When a whale dies, it falls down through the ocean slowly, over the course of a day. All the other fish see it fall, like a giant statue, like a building, but slowly, slowly.

Would she understand that time had stopped while she was gone.

Most of life is offline, and I think it always will be; eating and aching and sleeping and loving happen in the body. But it's not impossible to imagine losing my appetite for those things; they aren't always easy, and they take so much time. In twenty years I'd be interviewing air and water and heat just to remember they mattered.

He's stuck at 3:14 a.m. with only the moon to talk to.

What was the lifespan of these improbable loves? An hour. A week. A few months at best. The end was a natural thing, like the seasons, like getting older, fruit turning. That was the saddest part—there was no one to blame and no way to reverse

I was going to die and it was taking forever.

Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost.

Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6am.

That is my problem with life, I rush through it, like I'm being chased.

I was patience defined, patience misspelled, patience sounded out slowly, letter by letter, with the t pronounced "shh.

The longer I stood there, the longer I had to stand there. It was intricate and exponential. I looked like I was doing nothing, but really I was as busy as a physicist or a politician. I was strategizing my next move. That my next move was always not to move didn't make it any easier.

Where did they go, those things we did?

I felt like I wasn't living thoroughly enough — I was distracted in ways I wouldn't be if I'd been born in 1929.

I had written the same word seven thousand times attempting to alchemize time.

If I went to the mall immediately and got a new sheet, then the chore wouldn't have time to gather weight. Once a task goes on the to-do list it settles in, grows roots—the trick is to preëmpt that.

I kept getting older while he stayed young, my tiny husband.

eating and aching and sleeping and loving happen in the body. But it's not impossible to imagine losing my appetite for those things; they aren't always easy, and they take so much time.