Quotes About Time

Even where friendship is concerned, it takes me a long time to trust people.

With time, material things—once we let go—have a way of not having the significance we've pinned to them.

The revelation awaits an appointed time . . . Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay. —Habakkuk 2:3

Sadly, that's how life is—the moments are fleeting—in the next breath, they are just memories. And, at the end of our lives, we are left with only that—a collection of memories to warm our hearts, to give us direction, and to offer us a safe haven when the storms of life are overwhelming. But some don't even have that.

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. —Psalm 90:12

Writing would take a tremendous leap of faith because I'd have to invest a lot of time and energy into something that I don't know will get published.

May today's short moments of joy become treasured memories in the future.

If you have time to chatter, Read books. If you have time to read, Walk into mountain, desert and ocean. If you have time to walk, Sing songs and dance. If you have time to dance, Sit quietly, you happy, lucky idiot.

The hour on Sunday can be a time of wonder, a time of transformation, maybe even a time of awe.

Every season has its beauty.

A clock only turns one direction

I can hardly wait to read it all. But it seems I don't have three minutes to rub together. Some time soon I will take it on, maybe when Charlie is a few months older.

My life feels like a book left out on the porch, and the wind blows the pages faster and faster, turning always toward a new chapter faster than I can stop and read it.

How is it possible for me to feel so young and so old at the same time?

Life is short and must be lived.

My life feels like a book left out on the porch, and the wind blows the pages faster and faster, turning always toward a new chapter faster than I can stop to read it.

But I also know that to ignore joy while it lasts, in favor of lamenting one's fate, is a great crime.

Everyone's ride must end. The free make the most of it. The sour leave disappointed. The stars light the way to the heavens, and in the blink of an eye, it all begins again.

L'image de ta Berlinoise en train de flotter d'un lit à l'autre, ne m'attire pas comme elle a l'air de t'attirer. A la longue, on s'en laisse : on est tellement perméable qu'on se sent devenir transparent, et quand on rencontre (par exemple) un couple qui vit ensemble et dans le même village depuis cinquante ans, on en pleurerait...

Tu avais commencé sous l'égide de Miranda à écrire des éloges du présent mais maintenant, son présent s'était rétréci jusqu'à n'être qu'un minuscule point de lumière, les ténèbres alentours te confondaient.

Quelle [est] la quantité minimale de passé nécessaire à la production de sens?

Yet the explanation was simple. These memories had died of inanition. You've got the pay visits to your memories from time to time. You've got to feed them, take them out and air them, show them around, tell them to other people or to yourself. If you don't, they waste away.

Up sluggard, and waste not life; in the grave will be sleeping enough." There

Up sluggard, and waste not life; in the grave will be sleeping enough.