Quotes About Time

The whole summer stretched out before us, long, hot, endless. September flashed like a tiny red warning light in the distance, but if I squinted, I could ignore it. I decided to squint for a while. 'It's going to be wonderful,' I said.

When I think of this now, I see how the past holds us captive, its beautiful ruin etched on the mind's eye

How not to think of loss, how it takes hold and grows: like lacuna snails, slow and deliberate, on a reed? Why is everything I see the past I've tried to forget?

Hurry up!" said a ghoul. who started to yawn. "There's so much to do before bedtime at dawn.

I listen to Alicia practice a speech for class, and I don't look at the clock even once. In fact, for the next week, I take my time with

Elke zomer worden de oude mensen kleiner terwijl de kinderen groter worden. Volgens Josh is er maar een bepaalde lengte beschikbaar op aarde en verwisselen de centimeters alleen van eigenaar.

This period in your life, it feels like it's forever. But, if you're lucky, life is long and each of these forevers will oneday seem fleeting.

Each death was like a hook through my skin, pulling me always backward to that moment. Already I felt the strain of those deaths, those visions, tearing at the fabric of who and where and when I was.

We live in a time of such rapid change and growth of knowledge that only he who is in a fundamental sense a scholar-that is, a person who continues to learn and inquire-can hope to keep pace, let alone play the role of guide.

Most of the time, I regard the judgment of people as a waste of time. I regard the judgment of behavior as imperative.

The Past lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body.

Time flies over us, but leaves it shadow behind.

She could no longer borrow from the future to ease her present grief.

No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change as readily, so much the worse for us.

Apart from being dead its going to be necessary to die. And I'm dealing at the moment with the realization that at my age there is absoutely no way in which I can skirt the matter and come out on the other side.

Repeat the good. And the bad. Do it all...and pile on the years.

Shigure: G'morning. Tohru: Good morning! Yuki: Um, Shigure, it's night . Why don't you get a normal sleep pattern? Shigure: I became an author so I wouldn't have to.

My heart was breaking on my way home that day. I was crying ugly tears because I could feel it yet again...the feeling of something fading away. Fading away into 'memories.' And even if I don't forget the loneliness and sorrow that tore me apart...the memories themselves are fading, too. No matter how much I try to hold on...no matter how many times I swear it to myself...time moves on, and they begin to fade. It's cruel.

The living mourn the dead for a time but they forget about them as days pass. The living are so selfish, so spoilt, so taken with the very act of living that they don't remember long.

Age has been the perfect fire extinguisher for flaming youth.

Something I tried to hold onto, to touch if only for a moment, but it slipped away from me like the air, like an illusion, or a dream that floats away and is lost. I wept in my sleep as though it was something I was losing now; a loss I was experiencing for the first time, and not something I had lost a long time ago.

When we rejoice in beautiful scenery, great art, and great music, it is but the flexing of instincts acquired in another place and another time.

Time is clearly not our natural dimension. Thus it is that we are never really at home in time. Alternately, we find ourselves wishing to hasten the passage of time or to hold back the dawn. We can do neither, of course, but whereas the fish is at home in water, we are clearly not at home in time--because we belong to eternity.

Walking and overcoming by faith is not easy. For one thing, the dimension of time constantly constrains our perspective. Likewise, the world steadily tempts us. No wonder we are given instructive words from Jesus about the narrowness and the straightness of the only path available to return home: "I am the way, the truth, and the life" (John 14:6). And then he said, "No man cometh unto the Father, but by me." Jesus laid down strict conditions.