Quotes About Time

dangles of rosary beads moving through fingers like some circular riverworks of soul. The Men's Aisle didn't fill until

slept the thin sleep of those familiar with the clockless continuum of human woe

We tell stories. We tell stories to pass the time, to leave the world for a while, or go more deeply into it. We tell stories to heal the pain of living.

The truth is, like all places in the past, it cannot be found any longer.

We only have this one moment: NOW.

Now is now. There is nothing but now... This, right here, is all there is.

Now is now... There is nothing but now and I try to hold on to that. The past is gone, the future hasn't happened yet. This, right here, is all there is.

The world's turning a whole lot faster than it should be.

Perhaps because smoking can be a way of getting through the time, when you don't know how to endure things," said Frieda. "For a few minutes, that's what you're doing: you're smoking a cigarette.

You never step into the same river twice,

How do you measure absence? There had been minutes that had become hours, and hours that had been like a desert with no horizon. There had been days dull and deadened as lead, and whole weeks when she'd had to force herself forward, inch by inch, across their expanse. How do you know when your heart is ready once more?

How was it that time only flowed in one direction, implacable and impersonal, dragging everyone with it, and couldn't be stopped and turned back to that one moment?

Death twitches. "Live," he says. "I am coming.

It's like she's the living dead,' says Pauline. 'A long time ago, I lost her. I talk, and there's no reaction. Sometimes, when she laughs, or something in the tone of her voice - then I recognise the way we were twenty years ago. You fill in the gaps and the memories. Then she leaves again. You say goodbye all the time.

You're supposed to gain things as you grow older in return for the things that you lose. But what had she gained? Dignity? She hadn't got that. Peace? No. Wisdom? It seemed unlikely. And what had she lost? Beauty, youth, innocence, possibility. Your past grows longer and your future shrinks. And you lose your parents and your children – often at the same time so that you go from being daughter and mother to being neither. What are you then?

La vita non ci appartiene, ci attraversa. La

If they didn't have money, they could serve competently for forty years and never reach that rank.

Whatever the committee decided, it would take time for the towers to be built.

His hours of sleep were no more fixed than those of his meals.

you'll need someone's help to get it. If people like you, they will be disposed to give you their time and their efforts. And the better the quality of rapport you have with them, the higher the level of their cooperation.

The mechanical clock changed the way we saw ourselves. And like the map, it changed the way we thought. Once the clock had redefined time as a series of units of equal duration, our minds began to stress the methodical mental work of division and measurement.

There was something calming in the reticence of all those books, their willingness to wait years, decades even, for the right reader to come along and pull them from their appointed slots. Take your time, the books whispered to me in their dusty voices. We're not going anywhere.

Through our tools, we seek to expand our power and control over our circumstances—over nature, over time and distance, over one another.

vastly overvalue what happens to us right now,