Quotes About Time

I want to believe that memories, even sad and painful ones, should not be forgotten forever.

That man is so old, he's older than his birthday.

Sometimes I look back and I am shocked. Everyday of my life I have prepared for success, worked for it, waited for it, and you don't notice how the days pass until nearly a lifetime is finished. Then it hits you--the thing you have been waiting for has already gone by. And it was going in the other direction. It's like I've been waiting on the wrong side of the road for a bus that was already full." p. 265

An hour and forty-five minutes before Nazneen's life began-began as it would proceed for quite some time, that is to say uncertainly-her mother, Rupban, felt an iron fist squeeze her belly.

while she wanted to look neither to her past nor her future, she lived exclusively in both. They had took different paths, but they had journeyed, so she realized, together.

The only value of wasted time is knowledge.

I kneeled in front of the E M T chair, in front of the mirror on the medicine cabinet, and wiped the rest of the makeup away. My skin was raw, pink and new. The ambulance had a single round light in the middle of the ceiling. The light cast long shadows under my nose, ears, eyes, and chin, and in the shadows I was young and I was a crone, in the exact same moment. That's it, I thought: life is short. The only value of wated time is knowledge. p.295

but she was four years, three months, and sixty-one days old when she died.

So it was sort of an odd time because I had been hired, but my paperwork hadn't gone through. So I worked as an intern during the government shutdown, as an intern, but I already had a job.

Losses may make us feel as if time had stopped. Families may close down, attempting to control those aspects of their world over which they still have some power, since in the one area that really matters --- human relationships --- they have lost a sense of control.

Ooit zal iedereen onherroepelijk achter de tijd aan hollen tot zijn tong zijn schoenen hangt.

tenía diecinueve años y me sentía como una anciana cuya vida ya había pasado. Entonces me di cuenta de que uno es joven mientras hace planes para el futuro y ese futuro es un misterio que le atrae, pero al que también teme. Cuando eso deja de ocurrir, es viejo.

Although we strap time to our wrists, stuff it into our pockets, hang it on our walls, a perpetually moving picture for every room of the house, it can still run away, elude and evade, and show itself again only when there are minutes remaining and there is nothing left to do except wait till there are none.

Time that refuses to be translated into a tangible thing, time without a number or an ordinal assigned to it, is often said to be "lost." In a city that always looks better in a memory, time lost can make the night seem eternal and full of stars.

Lovers who have lived a lifetime together have the luxury of never having to say anything new.

If you act like you've only got fifteen minutes, it will take all day. Act like you've got all day, it will take fifteen minutes.

It seems to me that our lives are consumed by countless wasting years, but only a few shining moments. I missed mine. Yes is what I should have said. Of course I should have said yes.

All writing is about the same thing - it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, and the frustration it creates

if I were an angel of the Lord, I would mark the doors of each of my children's homes with an X, so that plague and misfortune would pass over them. Alas, I lack the qualifications. So when there was still world and time enough I fretted. I nagged. I corrected. I got everything wrong.

I'm rambling again. Wandering off the point. But this is the true story of my wasted life...

We never fully appreciate today until tomorrow.

In the long run, the fall of one civilization is very much like the fall of another. Only the land remains.

In truth, my purpose on earth is not fully accomplished yet so nothing can harm me. Once my task is completed, then it will be time to go, but until then I'm perfectly safe

In the art of peace, a single cut of the sword summons up the wondrous powers of the universe. That one sword links the past, present, and future; it absorbs the universe. Time and space disappear. All of creation, from the distant past to the present moment, lives in the sword. All human existence flourishes right here in the sword you hold in your hands. You are now prepared for anything that may arise.