Quotes About Time

When the woman you love is angry, it's best to give her space, time, and copious quantities of wine.

Life may be a marathon, but sometimes you have to sprint to save a life.

My desk was covered with little white telephone messages. Office confetti. You think the universe comes to a halt when you are locked into your own little world, but it doesn't. It goes on whether you're in trial or at war or under the surgeon's knife. Or dead.

Fucking things up only takes a few minutes. Making things right, now, that's a lifetime job.

They weren't exactly here and now. They were busy turning to some future, but what is the future when you are always feeding it money? Doesn't it get tiring to give so much away to a world that you'll never get to touch and see?

How do we even talk about the future when there's less and less of it every minute?

Nothing recedes into the vanishing point of time's rear-view faster than the truth.

As a designer, you have to think in time and see things in sequence. You have to see information as a narrative form - Paul Mijksenaar quoted by Kim Baer

Some of the agonies that burn in the heart forever begin as brief as snapshots.

Grief is madness-ask anyone who's been there. They will tell you it abates with time, but that's a lie. What drowns you in the first year is a force of solitude and helplessness exactly equal in intensity to the love you had for the one who's gone. Equally passionate, equally intimate. The spaces between the the stabs of pain grow longer after a while, but they're empty spaces. The chich?(c)s of condolence get you back to the office.

If later on, as we read this, we might think "How happy we were then!" at least we'll have that. That as we lived them, these moments, we knew they were important, and that's all there is.

You're only who you think you are until you aren't anymore. And it isn't up to you. It's up to time. Life is timing. The test of time. We all have to take it, and none of us pass. No matter how hard you study. Perfect attendance. All that homework. Extracurricular activities. You're still getting an F, just like everyone else. Finite. Failed. Fucked.

The problem with getting older is you still remember how things used to be.

J'avais vingt ans. Je ne laisserai personne dire que c'est le plus bel âge de la vie.

The time will come when the mind will no longer fear the things it believes in; then man will be ashamed to have remained on the defensive for so long.

So maybe it wasn't even true that I could choose to share in the world's future. It wasn't a matter of simple nostalgia. For a long time, for many people and certainly for me, the past had taken the future's place, as any hope or sense of forward progress had dried up and disappeared. But now, as I aged, more and more the past had taken over the present also, because the past was all we had.

I'd like to have the first restaurant that can deliver incredible quality food to your table at your house at any time-right where you live.

Time becomes human time to the extant that it is organized after the manner of a narrative.

As a writer, I need an enormous amount of time alone. Writing is 90 percent procrastination: reading magazines, eating cereal out of the box, watching infomercials. It's a matter of doing everything you can to avoid writing, until it is about four in the morning and you reach the point where you have to write. Having anybody watching that or attempting to share it with me would be grisly.

Writing is 90 percent procrastination: reading magazines, eating cereal out of the box, watching infomercials. It's a matter of doing everything you can to avoid writing, until it is about four in the morning and you reach the point where you have to write.

Because there's a clock attached to every beautiful woman. From the second she comes into her own, she begins to decline, because she begins to age. Aging is every beautiful woman's kryptonite. And so, yes, it's ridiculous and no, you don't have much time and of course it's not fair. Those three statements are the essence of beauty.

Still, the illusion of love had, in its time, led to stranger depravities.

If it was to be a time of momentous changes, then why not allow oneself to be swept along?

The past is the past. It's the present we should worry about.