Quotes About Time

murió de neumonía, o lo que es lo mismo, murió de viejo: una muerte envidiable, a tu juicio, una vida vivida hasta bien entrada la novena década y luego, en lugar de la electrocución por un rayo, la oportunidad de asimilar el hecho de que te vas de este mundo, la ocasión de reflexionar durante un tiempo, para luego quedarse dormido y entrar flotando en el reino de la nada.

Pour employer une expression qui m'a toujours plu, j'ai découvert que je vivais des jours empruntés.

We promised to stay in touch with each other, but of course we never did, and that was the last time I ever saw her. 'You're

Cuanto más cerca estás del final, más tienes que decir. El final es sólo imaginario, un destino que te inventas para seguir andando, pero llega un momento en que adviertes que nunca llegarás allí. Es probable que tengas que detenerte, pero será sólo porque te ha faltado tiempo. Te detienes, pero eso no quiere decir que hayas llegado al fin.

That was sixty-five springs ago, and I can still see him sitting at his desk, scribbling away at his youthful memoirs as the light poured through the window, catching the dust particles that danced around him. If I concentrate hard enough, I can still hear the breath going in and out of his lungs, I can still hear the point of his pen scratching across the paper.

Life can last just so long, you understand. Everything else is in the room, with darkness, with God's language, with screams. Here I am of the air, a beautiful thing for the light to shine on.

Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you mustn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.

Si me dijeran que tengo que estar mirándote las veinticuatro horas del día durante el resto de mi vida, no pondría objeción alguna.

Ferguson closed his eyes, paused for a long moment, and then turned to her and said: The best thing about being fifteen is that you don't have to be fifteen for more than a year.

Maybe it's better this way. You have to live in the present, right? The past is past, and no matter how much time I spend with those pictures, I'm never going to get it back.

È un lento ma ineluttabile processo di erosione. Le parole di solito hanno una durata leggermente più lunga delle cose, ma alla fine anch'esse decadono insieme con le rappresentazioni che un tempo evocavano.

We were all growing old, and the only thing we could count on anymore was each other. (...) They were the people I loved, and it was their souls I carried around inside me.

Parla ora prima che sia troppo tardi, e poi spera di continuare a parlare finché non ci sarà niente da dire. Dopotutto, il tempo sta esaurendo. Forse è meglio mettere da parte le tue storie per ora e provare ad analizzare come sia stato vivere in questo corpo dal primo giorno in cui ricordi di essere stato vivo fino a oggi.

Tom, il tempo non lo puoi cambiare», diceva June, intendendo che certe cose sono semplicemente quello che sono e non abbiamo altra scelta che accettarle. Tom aveva afferrato il principio, ma questo non gli impediva di maledire le tempeste di neve e i venti gelidi che soffiavano contro il suo piccolo corpo tremante.

Within the wider context of mainstream medical marijuana and the FDA's designation of MDMA and ketamine as "breakthrough therapies," it was an idea whose time had come.

Feigned or not, sometimes I'm jealous of Hominy's oblivousness, because he, unlike America, has turned the page. That's the problem with history, we like to think of it's a book – that we can turn the page and move the fuck on. But history isn't the paper it's printed on. It's memory, and memory is time, emotions, and song. History is the things that stay with you.

They say a cigarette takes three minutes off your life, but good hashish makes dying seem so far away.

That's why your poems can never be no more than a description of life. The page is finite. Once you put the words down on paper, you've fossilized your thought. Bugs in amber, nigger. But music is life itself. Music is time. Played live, played at seventy-eight rpms, thirty-three and a third, backwards, looped, whatever. There's no need for translation. You understand or you don't.

Factio vestri aevum, non vestri calceus amplitudo. And

That's the problem with history, we like to think it's a book—that we can turn the page and move the fuck on. But history isn't the paper it's printed on. It's memory, and memory is time, emotions, and song. History is the things that stay with you.

Tu dormis, tu perdis Ã¢â'¬Â¦ You snooze, you lose.

Like the good Reverend King I too 'have a dream' but when I wake up I forget it and remember I'm running late for work.

The duration of felt experience—our feeling of right now—is between two and three seconds, about how long it takes Paul McCartney to sing the words "Hey Jude." Everything before this is memory; everything after is anticipation. So what about a life dedicated entirely to improving this moving window of two to three seconds?

life just creeps along, with long spans where nothing much happens... Stories solve this problem—as the critic Clive James once put it, 'Fiction is life with the dull bits left out.' This is one reason why Friends is more interesting than your friends.