Quotes About Time

You were too young back then to understand how much you would later forget—and too locked in the present to realize that the person you were writing to was in fact your future self. So you put down the journal, and little by little, over the course of the next forty-seven years, almost everything was lost.

The sun is the past, the earth is the present, the moon is the future.

The sky is white. It smells of the earth, and it is not there. The sky is white like the earth, and it smells of yesterday. All this was tomorrow. All this was a hundred years from now.

Et ce monde étrange continue de tourner.

Sáng tr?ng, r?i bóng t?i. N?ng d?i xu?ng t? m?i ng? tr?i, sau ?ó là ?êm ?en, nh?ng vì sao im l?ng, gió xao ??ng lá cành. L? th??ng là v?y.

Time moved in two directions because every step into the future carried a memory of the past

Yes, it is possible that we do not grow up, that even as we grow old, we remain the children we always were. We remember ourselves as we were then, and we feel ourselves to be the same. We made ourselves into what we are now then, and we remain what we were, in spite of the years. We do not change for ourselves. Time makes us grow old, but we do not change.

The Adlers were diminishing. They had begun to look like one of those families in which no one got to be very old.

Time makes us grow old, but it also gives us the day and the night...Lying is a bad thing. It makes you sorry you were ever born. And not to have been born is a curse. You are condemned to live outside time. And when you live outside time, there is no day and night. You don't get a chance to die.

In the deepest, most unalterable sense, he was an invisible man. Invisible to others, and most likely invisible to himself as well. If, while he was alive, I kept looking for him, kept trying to find the father who was not there, now that he is dead I still feel as though I must go on looking for him. Death has not changed anything. The only difference is that I have run out of time.

Tus pies descalzos en el suelo frío cuando te levantas de la cama y vas a la ventana. Tienes sesenta y cuatro años. Afuera, la atmósfera es gris, casi blanca, no se ve el sol. Te preguntas: ¿Cuántas mañanas quedan? Se ha cerrado una puerta. Otra se ha abierto. Has entrado en el invierno de tu vida.

Mentir es una mala cosa. Hace que lamentes haber nacido. Y no haber nacido es una maldición. Estás condenado a vivir fuera del tiempo. Y cuando vives fuera del tiempo no hay día y noche. Ni siquiera tienes la oportunidad de morirte".

These are the last things, she wrote. One by one they disappear and never come back. I can tell you of the ones I have seen, of the ones that are no more, but I doubt there will be time. It is all happening too fast now, and I cannot keep up.

No importa -decía-. Un hombre debe vivir el presente y ¿qué importa quién eres la semana pasada, si sabes quién eres hoy?

He finds a fresh sheet of paper. He lays it out on the table before him and writes these words with his pen. It was. It will never be again. Remember.

I was. Then I wasn't anymore. Then I was. Then I wasn't. Now who knows. If the years have taught me anything, kid, it's that anything can happen.

Your bare feet on the cold floor as you climb out of bed and walk to the window. You are sixty-four years old. Outside, the air is gray, almost white, with no sun visible. You ask yourself: How many mornings are left? A door has closed. Another door has opened. You have entered the winter of your life.

La memoria è una gran benedizione, Peter. E' la cosa più bella dopo la morte.

Ma il presente non è meno oscuro del passato, e il suo mistero è pari ai segreti che serba il futuro. Così va il mondo: un passo dopo l'altro, una parola e poi la successiva. Ci sono cose che Blue, a questo punto, proprio non può sapere. Perché la conoscenza arriva piano, e quando arriva spesso costa cara.

Las oportunidades perdidas forman parte de la vida igual que las oportunidades aprovechadas, y una historia no puede detenerse en lo que podría haber sido.

Ya?amlar?m?z bizi al?p denetleyemeyece?imiz biçimde sürükler ve hemen hemen her ?ey de?i?ir. Biz ölünce her ?ey de ölür, ölüm her gün ya?ad???m?z bir ?eydir.

the closest man can come to the feeling of eternity is by living in the present

The place is New York, the time is the present, and neither one will ever change.

La vida nos arrastra de muchas maneras que no podemos controlar y casi nada permanece con nosotros.