Quotes About Time

Many of the people there were in their twenties and thirties, and I wondered if they were Blanca or the friends of Blanca..There were also people in their forties, fifties, sixties, and seventies, and these people had a chance of being Blanca, too, or the parents of Blanca, or grandparents or even great-grandparents of Blanca, if Blanca was a child. There were a few children running around, sisters of brothers, who could be Blanca or Blanca's grandchild...

They seem easy to write, but that's the illusion of all good advice. Common sense and truth should feel authorless, write by time itself.

Just a sec. Just two months. Just a lifetime. Just a sec.

Dac? n-ar fi fost mama È™i tata, prelungiri limpezi dincolo de naÈ™terea mea, È™i care st?teau jum?tate îngropaÈ›i în nisipul timpului, aÈ™ fi crezut È™i eu c? lumea începuse cu mine.

O vreme, oraÈ™ul a fost blând È™i familiar, È™tiam str?duÈ›ele È™i cl?dirile din jurul casei noastre, peste care ningea acum greu, uscat, foÈ™nind uÈ™or. ... Dup? un timp de tors leneÈ™, oraÈ™ul a început îns? s? mârâie ca un animal iritat. Nu mai È™tiam drumul... oraÈ™u-a-nceput s? rag? ca un leu din toate cl?dirile lui necunoscute, din str?zile necunoscute, din ochii oamenilor necunoscuÈ›i.

No pretendo explicar aquí por qué la amé, un asunto inexplicable como todo lo natural. Tampoco quiero siquiera relatar aquí qué nos sucedió hace diez (¿tal vez once o doce?) días. Pienso tan solo en convocar a mi pasado, o tal vez en remodelar el pasado, o en inventarlo, o en hacer todo a la vez, pues me interesa tan solo tener un pasado, una serie de imágenes que sean o que sustituyan el caos en que me muevo ahora.

Recordé entonces que en la profundidad de nuestro cerebro existe una zona llamada Isla. Que todos tenemos una isla sumergida en las profundidades de la mente y que la buscamos desesperados, como el diamante fundido de nuestro ser. Que nosotros mismos, y nuestro mundo, estamos profundamente hundidos en las aguas del tiempo y de la memoria universales.

Después de leer decenas de miles de libros, no puedes evitar preguntarte: ¿dónde ha estado mi vida durante todo este tiempo?

CâÅ£iva centimetri, câÅ£iva ani, câteva mii de lei in plus, câteva c?rÅ£i citite în plus, m? rog, lucruri de felul ?sta despart oamenii...

Nu poÅ£i iubi niciodat? doi oameni în acelaÅŸi timp. IubeÅŸti pe rând, când pe unul, când pe altul.

For many, the twenties seem like the time of infinite possibility, although in retrospect a woman will almost always idealize her thirties.

Trust not the morrow before it has come; none knows the trouble in it.

Endow your monuments according to your wealth. Even one day gives to eternity, An hour contributes to the future, God recognizes him who works for him.

Don't brood on what has not yet come, nor rejoice at what has not yet happened. The patient man prolongs friendship; he who destroys a case will not be trusted.

Which goes to show you, you can make all the laws you want, but you cannot change people's ways. If you must change them, you have to understand that it will take a long time.

We are wasting time, pleads Greta, by passing this burden, this sack of stones, from one to the next, by pushing our pain away. We mustn't do this. We mustn't play Hot Potato with our pain. Let's absorb it ourselves, each of us, she says. Let's inhale it, let's digest it, let's process it into fuel.

Fünf Minuten im Garten Eden sind besser als ein ganzes Leben in der Hölle.

Het gedicht, die bescheiden poging van de dichter om niet nu maar pas later uiteen te vallen.

Svejedno sad, prije ili poslije! Zlo je uvijek

Gdje nam je dokaz, da naše ''ja'' traje, da smo ''mi'' još uvijek trajno i neprekidno ''mi'', gdje nam je zapravo mjera?

Probavni sistemi koji traju jedva pet-šest decenija misle da su Spomenici ?ija ?e slava zra?iti još milenije.

Only time can heal your broken heart. Just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.

A quarter past three," she exclaimed, catching sight of the bedside clock. "What a time to be drinking tea!" "Anytime," Harold told her, "is time to be drinking tea.

Life went on. No matter what happened, life went on, inexorably, callously, it might seem, to those in grief. But somehow, in this continuity, there were the seeds of comfort.