Quotes About Time

Knowledge is a package that time unwraps

On n'a point le temps d'être malade, on n'a pas le droit de souffrir… La souffrance, c'est un luxe de maître…

My brother Keith begged to go with us as usual. He'll turn thirteen in a few days - August 14 - and the thought of waiting two more years until he's 15 must seem impossible to him. I understand. Waiting is terrible. Waiting to be older is worse than other kinds of waiting because there's nothing you can do to make it happen faster.

There are so many interesting times we could have visited.

Was an eternity of absolute ease just another name for hell?

It was literally the best food she had tasted in two hundred and fifty years.

Everyone would still be here, frozen in time just as I left them. But no, that's fantasy.

WHAT WOULD THEY DO this time? Ask more questions? Give her another companion? She barely cared.

He rubbed his head again. 'Five years is longer than it sounds. So much longer.

I'm getting better, but so slowly.

Today we all speak, if not the same tongue, the same universal language. There is no one center, and time has lost its former coherence: East and West, yesterday and tomorrow exist as a confused jumble in each one of us. Different times and different spaces are combined in a here and now that is everywhere at once.

We are condemned to kill time, thus we die bit by bit.

listen to me as one listens to the rain, the years go by, the moments return, do you hear the footsteps in the next room? not here, not there: you hear them in another time that is now, listen to the footsteps of time, inventor of places with no weight, nowhere, listen to the rain running over the terrace, the night is now more night in the grove, lightning has nestled among the leaves, a restless garden adrift-go in, your shadow covers this page.

If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excellence, the point of intersection of all forces and the seed of all forms. The couple is time recaptured, the return to the time before time.

Mineral cactai, quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls, the bird that punctures space, thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind. The pines taught me to talk to myself. In that garden I learnedto send myself off. Later there were no gardens.

Mil cosas solicitan a la vez nuestra atención y ninguna de ellas logra retenernos; así la vida se nos vuelve arena entre los dedos y las horas humo en el cerebro.

Never again clutter your days or nights with so many menial and unimportant things that you have no time to accept a real challenge when it comes along. This applies to play as well as work. A day merely survived is no cause for celebration. You are not here to fritter away your precious hours when you have the ability to accomplish so much by making a slight change in your routine. No more busy work. No more hiding from success. Leave time, leave space, to grow. Now. Now! Not tomorrow!

Today will never happen again. Don't waste it with a false start or no start at all.

At another year I would not boggle Except that when I jog I joggle.

Progress may have been all right once, but it went on too long...

How confusing the beams from memory's lamp are;One day a bachelor, the next a grampa.What is the secret of the trick?How did I get so old so quick?

Progress might have been all right once, but it has gone on too long.

Progress might have been all right once, but it went on too long.

Senescence begins And middle-age ends The day your descendants Outnumber your friends